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.