While the guests, of those who arrived earlier than the time scheduled, took their time to find their seats, Elliot and the rest of them followed Anasthasia closely.
Her muffled thuds from the carpet shifted to sharp clacks that struck the ceramic floors. Even now, so many people rushed back and forth, carrying a bunch of papers and loads in their arms.
But they all trudged to the side, hoping not to hit Anasthasia and her esteemed guests in their path. Only then they gave a quick greeting and moved on with their lives.
If they didn't know any better, this was no different from a bustling scene from the everyday streets.
From the hallway, their voices echoed, but in no way irritating to his ears; it was tolerable for the most part as they weren't shouting at all. The place was cool and well-ventilated; there wasn't a time he had to break out of sweat from humidity or warmth present within.
