The man standing before them was strikingly impressive, so much so that the journalists instinctively mistook him for a supermodel attending the evening's fashion show. Cameras were raised, ready to snap away.
He casually lifted his right hand, using the file folder he held to cover his face.
Every shot captured was filled with nothing but the dark green cover of that folder.
Seizing the moment, the man took long strides and effortlessly made his way through the crowd to the entrance, stepping inside.
The commotion at the entrance swept the staff off their feet; his commanding presence left them momentarily stunned.
It was only when the tall man had already entered that the door attendant finally snapped out of it.
"Sir!"
With a flick of his wrist, the man handed over a ticket between his fingers.
