After a few seconds, she managed to utter, "Sylvia?"

Sylvia, seasoned in workplace dynamics, quickly regained her composure.

She placed the bag on the front desk, exchanged a few words with the receptionist, and then turned to Melissa, speaking softly. "Come with me. Mr. Fowler must be waiting for his breakfast."

Melissa bit her lip, feeling a bit hesitant.

She passed the bag to Sylvia and requested, “Could you... please take it up for me? I don't think Mr. Fowler wants to see me.