NIXIE’S POV

I stared at my reflection in the elevator mirror, lightly touching the thick layer of makeup on my left cheek.

The bruise was finally fading away. I took a deep breath, smoothed down my black blazer, and lifted my chin.

The elevator doors slid open to the main lobby, i stepped out, holding a stack of files against my chest.

"Ms. Nixie, please wait!"

I stopped and turned around, the receptionist rushed toward me with a panicked look.

"What is wrong, Sofia?" I asked, frowning. "Is there a problem?"

"No, ma'am," Sofia stammered, her hands shaking. "There is a man at the front doors, and he is screaming...