"Umm...." Linda said. "Ma'am...I think," she said, feeling uncomfortable under the gaze, as if she was a girl in school being scolded by the teacher.
"Elevator...now. We need to sort this out."
Sierra was at the desk when they arrived. "Is everything ready for the contest winners?" She asked Zoe.
"What are you talking about?"
"Is the penthouse was ready for guests?" The woman said.
"Yes..." Zoe said. It was, after all. "But..."
"Oh, very good," Sierra cut her off. "Thanks for relieving me," Sierra said. She grasped Zoe's arm, and for a moment, Zoe felt something, then...
Sierra turned and headed toward the elevator.
Zoe stood behind the desk. "Now, where were we?"
