Seeing that there was no direct entrence for someone like him who just rocked up—Mika flagged down one of the security guards who was patrolling along the barrier.
The guard approached warily, his hand resting on the baton at his hip, his eyes scanning Mika up and down.
"Can I help you, sir?"
Mika put on his most pleasant expression.
"Yes, actually. Can you let me in, please?"
The guard blinked.
"Let you in? To the building?"
"Yes. I'm here for the meeting. Nadia—I mean, Lady Nadia herself invited me."
The guard stared at him.
Then he laughed.
Not a polite laugh. A full, genuine, disbelieving laugh that made several people nearby turn and look.
"Right." The guard said, still chuckling. "Lady Nadia invited you personally. Sure she did."
Mika's expression flickered. "She did. I have proof—"
