It was a sunny morning. The sun shined on the vast and clean marble flooring in the Aida building, making its surface sparkle like bits of scattered gold. The plants in the indoor flower beds were neatly trimmed, and their flowers and green leaves were glistening in the sunlight after being watered.
A group of staff representatives, led by the manager of the administration department, stood in front of the building's doorway. Dressed in suits and holding flowers in their hands, they all waited expectantly.
Upstairs, through every window, even through the shades, people were looking outside occasionally.
The two younger girls in the CEO office, of course, couldn't wait either. All morning, they kept glancing out the window while discussing in low voices what the second son of Aida's chairman, who had never appeared in public before, would look like.
