Martha

Camila strode confidently into the Kingston company building, her head high as she clutched her stylish handbag. With an air of entitlement, she approached the receptionist's desk and demanded, "I'm here to see David."

The receptionist, maintaining her professional demeanour, responded politely, "I'm sorry, but he's not currently available. Do you have an appointment?"

Camila scowled at the receptionist, her frustration bubbling up to the surface. "No, I don't have ...