He didn't waste any time so that same afternoon he went to the company where the owner named Martin De Dios. The guard stopped him on the first floor of the building.

"Do you think I look like a thief?" Margarett asked with raised eyebrows.

His clothes are decent. Will this dress she wore today be loved and then be mistaken for untrustworthy? His nose was puffing up in annoyance.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. It's not like that the owner's order is so strict that whoever enters this building must go through a proper process." the guard scratched his head.

"I want to talk to Mr. Martin De Dios." he said...