She was outside.
Staring right at the huge printout of the Russo holding nameplate staring at her, Marissa couldn't help but try to hold her breath before she faints from nervousness.
She's here.
Standing in front of Giovanni's company, with her dressed up while holding her file that contains her credentials, she could feel her sweaty arms and her mind were at war.
She couldn't do this!
It's all wrong, how would Giovanni react once he sees her, and the test strips, of course he's not going to believe her. He's going to call her a whore who wanted nothing but his money.
Even before she knew it, a tear slipped past her eyes, but then she remembered that this was going to determine the future of her child. She didn't want to offer her child the sort of life she has, that's why she ought to do this.