The sound of footsteps reverberated along the wide corridor of a building complex.
The walls were smooth because of the perfect scridding done by a craftsman, and a milk-coloured paints adorned the walls.
The tiles that decorated the floor along its path had a mixture of white and black which readily suited the white ambiance.
Walking on the quiet path of this hallway was a woman with a stack of papers in her hands. A light pink lipstick smeared accurately on her lips.
A pair of reading glasses shielded her weak eyes from the bright lights along her path.
On her face stood a serious expression as she walked ahead.
She only came to a stop in front of a door with a tag, 'Assistant Bolin'
Without wasting time, she clenched her hand into a fist before bringing it up to knock on the door.
"Come in." A curt reply from the owner of the office reached her ears from the inside.
