The middle-aged man had already arrived at the competition venue. He sat in the grand room, meticulously monitoring every aspect of the hall. He noticed the receptionist making a phone call.
Soon, his cell phone rang, bringing a smile to his face. Without delay, he picked up the call and, even before the voice on the other end could speak, he said, "I'm on my way."
With determination, he began to make his way towards the avenue hall, quietly murmuring, "The time has come to meet the person the world has been searching for." He descended to the lower floor with purpose in his stride.
In the expansive hall on the ground floor of a massive building, Sam waited patiently, contemplating his next move. It didn't take long before a middle-aged person appeared before him, extending a hand for a handshake.
"Hello," the man greeted, and Sam reciprocated, shaking his hand firmly. "Hello, sir," Sam replied with a polite smile.