22. The Cheerful Happy Inside Glowingly Shown On The Outside
It was around quarter to eight when Bann pulled up, and in a few moments we were, all five of us, marching once more across the same old car park, heading for the same building that we had visited well nigh a month before. School holidays had rendered early wake-ups a heavy task; we were all still yawning. Drowsiness seemed to farewell us, though, the moment we stood in front of the same lady at the front desk, who greeted us with a meaningful smile, ‘ Mabbrook , congratulations’. Our names were already placed at the reception. We were escorted, after a short wait, to the fifth floor along with three other females, for a meeting with the head of the department and the authority to whom we’d be directly reporting, Mr. Riyadh , a man who spoke good English. He was a graduate of one of the American universities , as we realized later; tall and rather full, in his late forties, with a square reddish face and silvery straight hair. Following a brief but cordial welcoming speech, Mr. Riyadh