Outside the stadium, the crowd surged, the clamor deafening.
Emily Parker, supporting her pregnant belly, struggled through the crowded throng, sweat beading her forehead, as the security guard reached out to stop her.
"Ma'am, please show your ticket or work permit."
The security guard looked her up and down, his gaze pausing at her bulging abdomen, a frown furrowing his brow.
"I work for Carter Automotive, Emily Parker, and I have an urgent matter inside."
The security guard shook his head.
"Sorry, ma'am, without a work permit or invitation letter, we cannot let you in."
Just as Emily was about to explain further, there seemed to be someone speaking behind her, she turned to look, and saw another guard stopping a middle-aged man. He also didn't have a ticket or credentials, holding a phone, seemingly contacting someone.
Emily paused, then immediately recognized him—the staff she had treated that day at the Magistrate's Manor!
"Is that you?"
She tentatively called out.
