It took Rohit a while to clear his mind. By the time he finally left his room, he was already running five minutes late.
Taking a short break before dinner had turned out to be a good decision, and he felt far more refreshed now. As the lift doors opened on the 36th floor, the faint thump of DJ music reached his ears.
A few steps down the corridor, several doors lined the walls. One led to the nightclub, another to the washroom, one was marked for staff, and another for the canteen. A lone bench stood nearby, occupied only by a "thinking man" statue.
At the club entrance, a pair of broad-shouldered bouncers stood watch, while the slim-toned receptionist greeted arriving guests.
From the corner, Secretary Pathak waved eagerly. Rohit returned a small wave and walked toward him. It seemed guests were required to collect a token for their reserved tables to avoid confusion. Pathak was quick to explain the details:
