The one to his right had a suit of a different cut and a pin on his lapel. If Smythe had to guess this was a representative from back home, the one that would address this perceived slight publicly to save face with the host nation.
The one in the middle was the man with one of the offices in this complex. Grey hair, glasses, and a meticulous appearance. Even the data pad before him was precisely placed, and that cup of earl grey as judged by the scent had been brought in. The other two had plastic water bottles of different brands. They aren’t important enough to be served.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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