Fifteen minutes ago, Charlotte was on the bottom floor of the six storey building that belonged to one of America's biggest modelling brand, SPICY. She met the receptionist at the front desk and the receptionist smiled at her. Charlotte walked towards her, alert. She reached for the gun in her jacket to make sure it was still there. The killer was around and for all she cared, it could be any one. It could even be the receptionist. Certain that the gun was still in her jacket, she smiled and walked towards the receptionist. She stared at the name of the receptionist on the table: Juliana Obafemi and she looked up at her.
"Good morning Juliana," Charlotte smiled. "My name is…"
"Charlotte Reeves," Juliana whispered. "Billionaire, painter, celebrity, single mother and murder suspect. You're easily the most popular woman in the States right now."