The hall was filled with people glamorously dressed. Rich organ music filtered through the air, blending smoothly with the light chatters and laughters of the guests.
Waiters moved around holding flat trays sitting flute glasses filled with champagne. A buffet table generously adorned with various meals sat at an accessible corner of the hall.
Mr and Mrs Leon stood amidst a small group laughing over small talks.
“Where are you going?” Mr Leon whispered to his wife who had just excused herself.
“Bruce and Rachel are not here.” She explained, a bit of angst laced her voice.
“Are you going to bring them from their home?” Mr Leon asked. He didn't try to veneer the sarcasm in his tone.
“No. I'm just going to call them. The chairman is about to get on the stage. What will happen if Bruce i
