The white large corridor that was quiet and gave nothing more than the feeling of isolation and loneliness somehow was got perplexed with the sound of sudden and rushed footsteps. Psychologically it showed how much the person to whom the footsteps belonged, anxious.
The sound of the rushing footsteps did not end, rather the voice of some people huffing, came, followed by a group of people themselves. In a fraction of seconds, the then lonely corridor was filled with several men wearing in black suits, bodyguards, as one could identify them.
The center of the attention was a man in his fifties walking with hurried steps. What made him special was the long and heavy fur coat that hanged from his shoulders, swaying every time he took a step ahead.
Soon, all the group of men reached towards the end of the corridor, which was pushed open by one of the men, only to reveal a young man, in his late twenties, with a pale face.
