Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite White Room

Elena nodded, clutching her file tightly. “Elevator to the fifth floor, conference room B,” the woman said smoothly. Elena took the elevator with a few other early arrivals, a mix of nervous-looking students in freshly ironed shirts and ill-fitting blazers. She tried to breathe normally, but the elevator seemed to shrink around her as they ascended. The doors opened with a soft chime. “Conference Room B,” someone murmured. Elena followed the small group down a pristine hallway lined with artwork and expensive furniture. When they reached the glass-walled room, they found a long sleek table surrounded by modern chairs. A tray of pastries and bottles of water sat untouched at the end.

After a slight knock on the meeting room door, I didn't wait for a response from him before I twisted the doorknob and shoved myself into it. I strolled in. The room was all-white. The white always looked too clean to be real. The ceiling was as high as six times my height. There was a white and extremely long wooden table that formed a U-shape with black leather chairs around it. The a/c was always turned on full blast and a large white screen was right in front of the table with a projector and other equipment standing right in front of it. I observed that Hames wasn't here but a man with dark brown hair had his back to me. He had a perfect figure and stance as his hand was digged into hi

KACELA Wyatt offered me his arm and I took it, following behind Lia and Jarrett. We walked down three flights of stairs to the main floor and took a left, entering through a double set of doors. I gasped. We walked into a huge room with high ceilings. Everything inside was white. The floors were ornate marble and the columns in the room were also marble. The walls and ceilings were plastered with a bright white.

I hurried out of it, hoping I wasn't too late now. After a slight knock on the meeting room door, I didn't wait for a response from him before I twisted the doorknob and shoved myself into it. I strolled in. The room was all-white. The white always looked too clean to be real. The ceiling was as high as six times my height. There was a white and extremely long wooden table that formed a U-shape with black leather chairs around it.

Alex pov I’ve always known the Elites have their separate world, but being thrust into it felt surreal. They had their separate classes. The classrooms were decorated beautifully, rivaling most of the students' parlours at their various homes. The air condition, that's seen in only the staff offices where mounted all round the Elites quarters, plus everybody have their own personal system and seats that are permanently for you.

Hello everyone, Happy reading! -♡ Juliana sat alone gracefully in the middle of a large, classically styled room. The walls are decorated with ancient paintings, while the white marble floors feature elegant patterns that complete the luxurious ambiance. The soft light from the crystal candelabra hanging from the ceiling radiates a dazzling light, creating an aura of elegance that is undeniable.

Anne Jenner hummed, "As for graduation." "Standing at the fountain taking pictures, then almost falling into the pond, was Magnus pulling you, you know." "I remember it well too." Anne Jenner's voice fades. Edward Mitchell did not speak anymore, to the thirty-sixth floor, one floor consisted of two households, but very separate, each with a dedicated elevator for each household, after unlocking by facial recognition, the sensor lights in the door. The room is lighted up, the light is warm with warm colors that make people feel very comfortable, the room is decorated in the most minimalistic style, with gray and white as the main color, so it is a bit cold.

Geremia said ambiguously, making Olivia furrow her brow. 'What problem could arise at the hospital?' Olivia wondered. But she didn't say anything directly to Geremia. The car entered the hospital parking lot. With quick steps—forcing Olivia to follow with half a run—Geremia headed for the elevator. He pressed the button for the floor where the 'White Room' was located. The White Room was the designation for a special room built and intended exclusively for members of the Quirino family.

Olivia had a frown on her face as she entered into the private elevator, leading to the private classrooms. "That arrogant jerk!" She grumbled, her face squeezing up, "Who does he think he is?" She finally pushed the knob, and the soft gliding sound of the glassy door could be heard as she entered into the class. The private classroom was totally different from their normal classrooms. There were three black plush swiveling chairs, with laptops on their tables. It was incredibly spacious and exuded grandeur. Inside this same classroom, there were three separate relaxation suites for the boys.

The final bell had rung over an hour ago, but Room 212 still carried the faint echo of teenage chatter and scraping chairs. Late afternoon sunlight slanted through the half-closed blinds, casting warm golden stripes across the rows of empty desks. Ms. Mayleen Pope sat alone at the front of the classroom, her elegant figure framed by the heavy oak teacher’s desk that had been there longer than most of the students had been alive.