He gripped the doorknob, turned it, and pushed the door open. A simple, unadorned office came into view.
Decorative paintings hung on the walls, and a few potted plants were placed in the corners. Bright sunlight streamed in from the window, faintly illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The scene was as pleasant as a lazy afternoon.
A figure sat in the office chair, shrouded in the golden gauze of sunlight streaming through the window.
Zhou Chen couldn't make out the figure's features; he could only tell from the silhouette in the brilliant golden light that it was a man.
"Hello there, Zhou Chen." The President seemed to smile as he offered a calm greeting.
"Hello." Zhou Chen couldn't help but feel a little formal. The man across from him was arguably the most powerful person in the world today, bar none.
