She tries talking to the receptionist

Lauren steps out of the elevator and walks towards the receptionists desk, trying to act confident.

That confidence deflates a little though when the woman sitting there continues to busily play with her phone, paying Lauren no mind.

"Hello?" Lauren finally asks after standing in front of the heavy set brunette for what felt like five minutes.

The woman sets her phone down and loudly sighs before looking with contempt at Lauren.

"What?" The larger woman huffs.

Lauren scowls back at her, obviously this is not setting a good first impression.

"I'm here to see Ms. Lepterra? I had a 2:30 appointment," Lauren says.

The woman rolls her eyes and sighs.

"Sheesh, another?!" The receptionist groans.

Lauren forces a nervous smile as she feels a growing worry in the pit of her (ample) stomach.

"I swear, she goes through assistants like tissues," the brunette huffs as she reaches down to open a filing cabinet near her knees and pulls out a large stack of papers. "Here," she curtly says as she plops the heavy packet on her desk. "Go fill these out and wait over there."

Lauren scoops up the heavy pile of papers and turns to look where she's pointing, it's a small, dimly lit conference room, with the door half open.

"Th-thanks..." Lauren murmurs, as she walks away, wondering if she's made a mistake in coming here.