There is a quiet hum of activity in the Wills Corporation halls, but the sharp click of Louisa's heels breaks the silence.

She storms towards Kingsley's office with an unrelenting speed and a thunderous look.

Helen, the receptionist's voice rises in alarm as she scampers after her, "Miss Emerson, you need an appointment—"

But Louisa doesn't even reduce her speed.

She shots back, "No! I don't."

From around the corner, Hardy emerges, his expression a mask of worry. "Please, Ms. Louisa, Mr. Kingsley is in the midst of—"

Louisa cuts in with a scathing, cutting voice, as she walks along, "I don't care. He doesn't expect me to sit still...