Camila presented her work certificate from the Madeline Research Center and her attending physician credentials.

“I'm a doctor and fellow researcher. I have something important to discuss with your director."

"I'm sorry, I can't assist you," the rigid receptionist responded, seemingly looking down on her.

"Are your credentials fake? If you held such a high position, why would you need to approach our director at the reception desk?"

Camila furrowed her brow. She was caught by surprise at the receptionist's attitude.

Reluctantly, she took out her phone, contemplating whether to call Josiah or Forrest.

Either of them should be able to reach the director.

However, the receptionist interpreted her hesitation as an act.

“Why are you hesitating? Are you pretending to call someone you know?" the receptionist asked condescendingly.

Camila raised her gaze, her expression sharp and icy.

"You're working at the front desk, which means your job is to assist everyone here.

So what's with the attitude? Do you think you're superior to others?"

Camila was seething with anger.

How could the reception work in such a prestigious research institute be so abysmal?

She was beyond disappointed!

The receptionist's face darkened as she retorted, "Who do you think you are? Do you believe just any rubbish can see our director? Take a good look at yourself in the mirror. Do you think you're worthy?"

Camila was further taken aback by the receptionist's offensive behavior. She hadn't expected such rudeness.

"Mila?" Josiah appeared. He was here to see the director.

It was mainly due to the previous research report, and the vice director had already faced consequences.

Camila had also been caught up in the fallout.