Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 54

"The Ms. Spencer you're talking about is Queena?" Yvonne scoffed. "Anyone in high society knows she's an imposter. I'm the real Spencer heiress. But I suppose you lower-level employees are the last to get the news. It's understandable."

With that, she clicked her heels and strode confidently into the building. The receptionist hesitated, wanting to stop her but not daring to. Fortunately, the elevators required a key card, and Yvonne couldn't get past them.

"Well? Aren't you going to swipe me up? I'm Ms. Spencer. Do you want to be fired for keeping me waiting?"

"I'm sorry, miss. We don't have access to the chairman's private elevator. Please wait a moment while I contact his office to send someone down for you."

The receptionist hurried off to make the call. Yvonne, meanwhile, sat brazenly in the lobby, in full view of everyone coming and going. She knew George valued his public image and would have to let her up.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before someone came down to get her. To her surprise, it was an old acquaintance.

"You must be Ms. Jones," the woman said with a professional smile. "I'm Sandra, the director of artist management at Nexus Media. Chairman Spencer asked me to bring you up." She was dressed in a sharp business suit, her makeup flawless.

Yvonne stared at her, her emotions threatening to boil over. Sandra had been the sole witness in Colin's case years ago. Her husband had been an accountant at Colin's company and was murdered after discovering illegal activities and threatening to go to the police. Back then, Sandra had worked with Yvonne to investigate the Gonzalez family and avenge her husband.

In the end, it was to protect Sandra that Yvonne's cover had been blown, leading to her own death.

Five years had passed. Yvonne never imagined she would find Sandra at Nexus Media, working as George's right-hand woman.

"Ms. Jones? Is something wrong?" Sandra asked, noticing Yvonne's intense, silent stare.

Sandra's lips remained sealed, but her eyes began to redden. Yvonne could see she was fighting to maintain control. After a long moment, she finally asked, "What did she say about me?"

"She said you were a good person, someone she could trust."

Sandra nodded, the effort to hold back her tears creating a heart-wrenching sight.

The elevator reached the top floor and the doors slid open. Sandra had regained her composure and led Yvonne to George's office. "Chairman Spencer, Ms. Jones is here."

"I see." George looked up from his desk, his eyes filled with cold fury.