It was so overwhelming that I felt tears in my eyes. I'd never thought that I would be able to see Luke again without having to wait seven years.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the grand lobby. I gazed around the place like a clueless person.
Once I found the reception desk, I walked toward it.
The lady behind the counter smiled. "Good afternoon. Please fill in the logbook and leave your ID card here. Which floor are you going to?"
My mouth dropped open. I didn't have any idea how to answer her. My hands started to get sweaty, and the air felt colder. "I needto see Lucas Klein."
The moment I mentioned Luke's name, the lady frowned.
She eyed me with suspicion. "Have you set an appointment with him?"
I swallowed.
"If you have, the guard will come downstairs and escort you to his office," the lady said. "And I'm sure that you already have the contact number of his secretary?"
I didn't know what to say. I hadn't prepared anything before coming here because I was too overwhelmed.
I just wanted to see Luke.
"Please," I begged. "Please, help me see him. He knows me. Just tell him my name. I'm Cassandra. Cassie."
The lady sighed. "I'm sorry. But we can't let you in unless you have an appointment with him."
"No, you don't understand—" My sentence was cut off when a security guard approached me.
"Please sit down in the lobby, ma’am," he said in a polite tone, gesturing toward the sofas. "We have other visitors lining up."
I noticed that I was indeed making people behind me wait, and so I followed the guard as he escorted me to settle on the sofa.
He smiled, throwing me an apologetic look, probably feeling guilty because he knew that I was pregnant and that I should be treated with the utmost care.
Leaning back against the sofa, I sighed in defeat. I should wait until Luke came down to the lobby, but how long would it take?
I decided to take a chance. I was already here—there was no turning back.
A few minutes passed, and I was imagining all the possibilities that could happen when someone's voice caught my ears.
"So, Luke isn't back yet? That sucks. He didn't tell me about it. He didn't pick up my calls."
A woman was talking at the counter, but she wasn't handled by a receptionist. She was talking to someone who seemed to have ahigher position, the manager of the building or Luke's assistant.
"We apologize, Ms. Josephine," the man said. "He has to lead another urgent meeting in Texas. He has to take charge there because the chairman is handling another business matter in Mexico."
My heart felt like sinking into a deep pit. So Luke wasn't even here.
The woman sighed, muttering under her breath. She was about to leave, but I automatically rushed to her.
"Wait!" I called, making her halt.
This woman knew Luke. She seemed like a close relative, and she was my only hope. Maybe she could pass my message to Luke.
"I need to talk to you. I need to talk about Luke," I said, breathless, my hand shooting to my belly to support it because I'd just run to her.
The woman looked at me like I was a pain in the ass, but that look changed when her eyes dropped to my hand.
She stared at the ring on my finger. Her stare was so long that it made me uncomfortable.
