Interclass Event [3]
There I saw that a big, rectangular, wooden table was placed in the middle with three chairs, two on one side and one on the other. On the single chair, a man who seemed to be in his mid-fifties with white hair and a beard was sitting with his hands resting on the table.
"Sit," he instructed, his voice was deep and heavy.
Following his words, I went and sat on one of the two chairs. I looked at the man before me, and to say I was familiar with his face. His name was Robert Halls, Mr. Halls in short.
"Is my work done?" I asked in a polite tone.
"Hmm, yes," he replied with a nod.
"Can I see?"
He didn't reply to this, instead, he opened a drawer and searched for something in it. Then taking out a few documents he threw them toward me on the table as he said, "There."
I bent forward and picked one of the documents, holding it in my hands I skimmed through the pages.
'This went pretty smoothly I guess.'