As Amad got inside the company, it was like he was in a different world entirely, the atmosphere was chilling, far different from that of the outside world.
While inside, he could see that the lobby was even more intimidating. The white marble doors gleamed under the chandeliers, coupled with the expensive furniture that was neatly arranged around the space.
Amad could see men and women in suits moving around the place with purpose. Their polished shoes clicked against the floor. Seeing this, Amad looked at himself, he seemed off and out of place as his worn jeans, oversized hoodie and dreadlock which was tied back loosely. Made him different from the class of people seen in this place.
Slowly, he approached the reception desk; as he got closer, he could see a woman with a shaper Bob
