It's surprising how such a low-key ceremony is being prepared for less than fifty people.

Angus is at the headquarters today, he is nicely dressed and his hair is neat.

He is waiting in the reception, waiting like hundreds of people.

He can see some decorators passing into an inner hall with flowers and many other things for the ceremony.

He keeps his eyes on them, calmly waiting with the others.

Soon, Lorenzo walks in. His steps are swift, his feet barely touching the ground before he lifts them again.

He works with two people behind him, guards. He doesn't even give those waiting a look as he passes on.

The receptionist jumps to her feet to greet him too, but he doesn't answer her.

But just before he moves on, he sees Angus waiting with the rest.

He ends the call immediately. He wants to address Angus, but he then remembers that many people are around.

He clears his throat and turns to the receptionist, She stands with her hands respectfully clasped behind her.

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