บท 11: Chapter 11

　　We’re in an underground car park. I follow Zenith to an elevator, step in and stand beside Zenith at the back; John stands in front of us. I feel a bit under-dressed wearing a hoodie and jeans while they wear expensive suits. After a few minutes, the elevator stops and the doors open with a ding. I step into a large, clean, classy foyer. I follow Zenith to a large door.

　　‘This is the waiting room,’ he says.

　　The large room is filled with luxurious couches and recliners, designer coffee tables, fancy vases and fresh flowers. A long u-shaped desk adorns a wall, and a large water feature another wall.

　　‘This will be your desk. You will greet the clients and offer them drinks. There is a kitchen with a coffee machine and a fridge behind you. Give my clients whatever they want,’ he says; I nod.

　　‘This room behind your desk is my office. Don’t let anyone in until you have told me that they are here, via call. I will tell you when I’m ready for them.’