The receptionist responds to Mary's request in the negative. "I'm afraid that particular client is currently in an extremely important meeting at the moment. If you'd like to take a seat in our waiting area, we'll immediately inform you as soon as we learn of anything."
Somewhat exasperated and desperate to learn of her child's whereabouts, Mary took a seat.
Meanwhile, Brady Doga and the other executives were journeying through the building on their way to the manager's office. Brady Doga was eager to do so, and almost giddy with excitement. Unbeknownst to him, however, his age was continuing to rise, and the boy is currently eighteen years old. His hips had widened considerably, and were now pivoting and swaying with each step the boy takes. His hair is now a medium blonde color, and is at about chin-length.
His legs are becoming increasingly covered by his fishnet socks, which is prompting them to adopt a far more sculpted and feminine appearance.
After navigating their way through the large bulding, Brady Doga, Stephanie and the rest of the executives at last find themselves at the door to the manager's office. Anticipation and excitement ever increasing, Brady Doga entered the office with the rest of the group.
