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.'