Celina walked in, drawing a deep breath.

“Calm down, Celina. Calm down… everything’s fine,” she murmured to herself.

She entered the lobby of the penthouse building, but was stopped short.

“You can only go up with authorization,” said the night attendant.

“I have authorization. I’m going to Thor Miller’s penthouse.”

“I need to check. ID, please,” the receptionist requested.

Celina handed it over. The young man checked the system and, after a few seconds, said:

“I’m sorry. You’re not registered. I can’t authorize entry.”

“But… there must be some mistake,” Celina said, her voice tightening with nerves. “I’ve been here with Thor before. I registered with another staff member. We even took a photo.”

“The team is new tonight. There was a changeover. I’m sorry, ma’am.”

Celina pulled out her phone. She tried calling Thor. His phone was off. She texted Mrs. Sara. No reply. She turned back to the receptionist.

“Can you call him for me? There must be some error.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated.

Celin