Of course, it's one of those new fangled automatic revolving doors. For a moment, Amanda stands and watches it whirls around, trying to figure out just how fast it's actually moving. After a bit, she takes the first step, and the door hits her foot. She pulls her foot away from the door before the rest of her leg gets pulled in. Amanda takes a deep breath and watches the door revolve a couple more times before making another attempt. This time, she manages to step into thee space at the right time and shuffles along until she is inside.
Thankful that ordeal is over, she steps far enough away from the door to survey the lobby she's entered. Dark cherry tones imbue the walls and contrast with the gray marble underneath her feet. A minimal desk with a black stone top sits in the center, flanked by entry gates on either side. Men and women trickle into the lobby and hold their key cards to the entry gates. Looking to the left, Amanda spots a cluster of black leather chairs and a small coffee table. To the right are a coffee kiosk and a whole bunch more people. Checking her watch, she notices it's 9:30. Where should she go?
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