Just as everyone took their seats and the atmosphere gradually warmed up.
Suddenly, they heard footsteps coming from the corridor outside the meeting room. All the officers turned their heads in unison to see a lady standing at the door, dressed in a dark green velvet dress with a pomegranate red tasseled shawl draped over her shoulders.
It was Miss Fiona Ivan, who had personally come to greet the guests today.
"Gentlemen, Police Chiefs." Fiona nodded slightly, with a just-right faint smile on her lips, neither overly intimate nor aloof: "The weather is cold tonight, the streets are slippery. The refreshments are simple, the hospitality inadequate, please forgive me."
