Layla typed noisily on her computer as she had a lot of work that had been piled up for her; Nolan had instructed that she finish up before he returned back from his meeting.

She was still engrossed in her work when she heard some footsteps walking towards her. She lifted her head to see a woman nicely dressed standing before her.

"Good day, how can I help you?" Layla asked politely, wondering who the woman might be. As far as she was concerned, she was not an employee here.

"I want to see Nolan," the lady requested, staring intently at Layla, who found her gaze uncomfortable.

"The President is...