The hallway the man led her through was the definition of luxury. Soft carpets muffled their footsteps, the space was illuminated by soft lighting coming from the sconces creating a warm sophisticated vibe.
The scent in the air gave off a kind of fragrance one would only describe as refined and elite.
At first as they walked, they came across some friendly looking discreet staff in impeccable uniforms who greeted Anne with a respectful smile to which Anne replied with one of her own. However a while later the path they turned to seemed completely deserted without a soul in sight.
Anne looked at the man leading her to wherever Andrew was, a bit warily.
Had Andrew gone this far?
Why was he asking to see her at a place so far away from the main event ballroom?
"Is Mr Sterling waiting somewhere far away?" She spoke up to ask the man but he continued to walk quietly, if he'd heard her, he made no indication that he had.
