Elena
By the time the stage crew left that evening, the entire lobby gleamed like chrome under the bright lights. They had done a perfect job, and I was pleased with how everything turned out.
I stood near the entrance, tablet in hand, double-checking to ensure every detail was in order as the sound of the vacuum cleaners echoed faintly down the hall. The cleaning crew has just started working, and tomorrow they'll finish up everything, and we're set.
Two weeks. That's how long the preparations for this had been going on. Meetings, suppliers’ delay, and layout changes. It has been exhausting, but I've loved every part of this project. Work has always been something I could control, unlike everything else.
“Ms Whitmore?” one of the decorators called from behind me. “Should we leave the
