Chapter 203

“No, I haven’t,” Calliope replied, momentarily stunned.

It suddenly dawned on her that she dressed rather casually. Her outfit was designer, but it was understated enough that the average person wouldn’t recognize its value at a glance.

The receptionist must have judged her by the simplicity of her clothes and assumed she wasn’t the sort of person who would be meeting with Silas.

Calliope was about to consider calling Silas when the receptionist’s eyes suddenly lit up with recognition.

She pulled out her phone, glancing between its screen and Calliope, her eyes widening as realization hit her.

“Oh, my goodness, Mrs. Myers! You’re the Mrs. Myers!”

Calliope blinked, “Uh, what?”

The receptionist’s enthusiastic reaction caught her completely off guard.

“I knew there was something about you! You might be in simple wear, but nothing can hide your beauty. Mr. Myers mentioned you, said you were stunning, and even showed us a photo! Mrs. Myers, you are beautiful!”

“Please head on up. Mr. Myers is on the 19th floor. You can go right up,” the receptionist waved her through without hesitation.

Calliope shrugged, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. She’d expected to be given a hard time, but it seemed Silas had thought ahead and ensured everyone knew who she was.

As she made her way to the 19th floor, she noticed people staring at her, gradually realizing who she was and respectfully greeting her with a “Mrs. Myers!”

Silas’s assistant, Fagan, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and smiled when he saw her. “Mr. Myers is in a meeting right now. Let me take you to his office.”

“Sure,” Calliope nodded, following Fagan into Silas’s executive office.

“I’ll have someone bring you some fruit and coffee. Just relax here. Mr. Myers will join you once he finishes.”

After ensuring Calliope had settled comfortably on the plush sofa, Fagan left the room.

A few minutes later, a woman who appeared to be a secretary entered with coffee and fruit. Her gaze was sharp, and Calliope could sense the disdain in her eyes.

“So, you’re the one, huh?”

Calliope raised an eyebrow, noting the stark contrast in attitude from the other staff. Given that Silas had informed everyone about her, she expected some level of professional courtesy, even if there were personal grievances.

But this woman seemed to have a chip on her shoulder. She wore a sharp, business-like outfit, her expression a mix of haughtiness and defiance as she set the fruit tray down with a thud.

Then, she handed over the coffee with a deliberate quickness. As the cup reached Calliope, the woman’s hand noticeably twitched, sending the coffee and its cup crashing onto the ground.

Calliope had anticipated something like this and smoothly sidestepped the spill, but the cup shattered, and the coffee stained the sofa.

Without a word, Calliope surveyed the woman with her piercing eyes. The woman had an air of entitlement, the type Calliope had encountered many times before, likely some wealthy daddy’s girl.

But Calliope was puzzled. She didn’t know this woman, so why the hostility?

“We don’t know each other, do we?” Calliope asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.