The elevator came to a smooth stop on the fifth floor. The doors slid open, and the receptionist was immediately ushering me in. As we walked down the hall, we came to a room. The room I was in looked very luxurious, if I'm not mistaken, important guests are received here.
The private room had soft cream-colored walls that shimmered softly in the lamplight. The velvet armchairs, in shades of red and gold, contrasted with the cold sophistication of the place. On a table, bottles of wine and champagne were lined up with incredible precision.
After escorting me all the way to this luxurious room, the woman left and told me she wouldn't be long.
