The room was crowded, but as soon as the VIP entered, the noise died down like a wave receding. Cameras flashed, and the aroma of polished wood and fragrance permeated the air.
I didn't hurry. Instead, I let each step carry the weight of purpose. The eyes around me moved, but my focus remained fixed on the figure ahead.
"Good evening," I said, my voice smooth and nearly conversational. There was no rigid formality, no excessive bow, just a confident smile and a nod that read, "I see you, and I respect you. "
The handshake was quick but firm. A moment with recognition, two people meeting with respect. People have them applause, but for that small second, it seemed like the room belonged to only the VIP.