As Roman stepped out of the car, he locked it and headed towards the door that led through the lobby. The guard, familiar with Roman's face, gave him a nod of recognition. "Good morning, Mr. Vitali."
Roman returned the nod, his eyes fixed on the reception desk ahead. The receptionist, a beautiful melanin girl with curly hair and a bright smile, stood up as he approached. Her neat dress accentuated her professional demeanor.
"Mr. Vitali, you're here. Good morning," she said, her voice cheerful and polite.
Roman smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "How are you?" he asked, his voice warm and friendly.
"I'm fine, Mr. Vitali, thank you," she replied, her eyes sparkling. "And you?"
"I'm good, thank you," Roman said, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before turning to the matter at hand. "Is everyone already at the conference room?"
