The tall, sleek building of the National Basketball Committee stood against the morning sky, its glass windows reflecting the busy world outside.
Inside, the atmosphere was energetic, bordering chaotic.
The high school basketball department was filled with people moving from one desk to another, papers in hand, laptops open, and all engrossed in their tasks.
The Nationals were only four days away, and there was still much to be done.
Sir Wang entered the bustling office, appearing relaxed. He was greeted with respectful nods and hurried greetings as he made his way to his room.
He arrived at his office, where his very competent assistant, Ashley, was waiting for him. She was seated behind her desk, typing furiously on her keyboard, her face lit by the screen. As Sir Wang entered, she looked up, her fingers pausing over the keys.
"Good morning, Sir Wang," Ashley said, even standing to show her respect.
