Chapter 90: A Malicious Set Up

Kourtney arrived at the Allen Corporation, still not knowing what to expect. As soon as she stepped into the sleek, glass-walled lobby, she felt the usual unwelcome wave of discomfort wash over her. Once again, she couldn't shake off the feeling of being an outsider, an alien.

The polished marble floors and glass walls screamed success, but to her, they felt like an impenetrable fortress. She was a stranger in her own family’s empire.

And, of course, she was met with the usual bitter stares, accusatory glares, judging whispers, and seething snares.

“Can I help you?” the receptionist at the front desk asked, her tone as cold as the air conditioning that blasted overhead.

“I’m Kourtney Allen, here to meet with HR,” Kourtney replied, forcing a smile despite the rudeness.

“Well. Sign in,” the sharp-tongued receptionist barked, barely looking up from her computer screen, her fingers tapping away like a machine.

Kourtney's heart sank as she complied, scribbling her name on the visitor log.