Hirvan arrived at the hotel entrance, his heart pounding in his chest. The magnificence of the building loomed before him, its gleaming glass and polished stone exuding an air of intimidating elegance. He checked his watch; he was an hour early for the banquet.
" Good!" he murmured to himself.
He turned to enter the lobby, the cool air of the hotel providing a brief respite from his anxiety. The lobby was elegantly furnished, with plush couches and sleek tables arranged in a way that invited conversation, yet also maintained an air of exclusivity. Hirvan scanned the room and found a quiet place to sit.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled out his phone and dialled Fu Yan's number, his fingers trembling slightly as he waited for the call to connect.
"Fu Yan, where are you? I am in the lobby," Hirvan said, trying to keep his voice steady. He listened as Fu Yan apologized for being stuck in traffic, reassuring Hirvan that he would be there soon.
