The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 417

"Do you have an appointment, sir?"

Clive's fingers tightened slightly as he suppressed the irritation rising in his chest. "No, but please inform Mr. Fulton that Clive Sloan has an urgent matter to discuss."

The receptionist maintained her professional smile. "I apologize. If you don't have an appointment, per company policy, you cannot see Mr. Fulton."

Clive took a deep breath, his tone finally taking on a note of pleading. "I really have an emergency. Can you please make an exception? Just tell him it's Clive Sloan. Mr. Fulton will definitely agree to see me."

The receptionist hesitated but was eventually swayed by Clive's conviction. She picked up the internal line and spoke in a hushed voice to the person on the other end.

Moments later, she hung up, her expression slightly awkward. "I'm very sorry, Mr. Sloan. Mr. Fulton says... he has no time to see you today. You should head back; don't waste your time here."

Clive’s face stiffened. His chest felt blocked by a heavy stone, making it hard to breathe. Struggling to maintain his last shred of dignity, he whispered, "Then when will Mr. Fulton be available?"

The receptionist shook her head. "Mr. Fulton indicated... he won't be available anytime soon."

Donovan Fulton had practically slapped Clive in the face with his refusal. Clive stood rooted to the spot, his fingernails digging deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain.

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