Kourtney's POV

I stepped out of the elevator, feeling delightful for a new day. The moment I got to the hallway, I froze.

Groups of workers stood together talking in low tones.

They kept speaking in hushed tones with a worried look on their faces. Which piqued my interest.

Has something happened?

I walked to the receptionist's desk where a woman stood. She was fidgeting, her face creased in worried lines.

Feigning concern.“ Rachel, why is everyone talking and what's going ...