In less than a minute, the human resources director came rushing out.
His gaze swept across the waiting area, then settled on Ririko. He hurried over, his face relaxing with immense relief.
"You're here! I was honestly afraid you wouldn't come."
The people nearby couldn't help turning to look. The receptionist's mouth fell open, and the expressions of those waiting for interviews changed...
This arrogant woman... really had been invited by the president...
Ririko tilted her head slightly, took off her sunglasses, folded them, and put them in her bag.
Ignoring the stares around the room, she followed the director into his office.
Soon, she received her public relations intern badge, and the director personally escorted her toward the public relations department.
The director slowed his pace as much as he could, as though attending to an important guest, and introduced each department in a hushed voice.
"If you need anything at all, just let me know."
He rubbed his hands together with a fawning smile. After all, who would dare offend a woman the president had ordered them to give "special treatment"?
Ririko stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows in the employee lounge, holding a cup of coffee.
Outside, Gotham's skyline looked softer in the spring afternoon light.
She idled away the time in utter boredom, her radiant complexion completely at odds with the overcaffeinated, dark-eyed office workers on this floor.
After all, she wasn't really here to work. Her actual goal was to slip into Galavan's office and plant a listening device.
But entering Galavan's office required the president's own fingerprints and a facial scan...
So all she could do was lounge around this floor, helping herself to food and drinks while waiting for Galavan to take her into his office himself.
Dick came over pushing a vacuum