Twenty-three pairs of eyes were fixed on the door opening to see Leonidas. My gaze almost reached the ceiling, as tall as I expected him to be. When Leonidas appeared, I had to look down quite a bit to meet his eyes. Yes, you won't believe it, but he was short. Shorter than me, who am the last in height. Andreas, who had gotten up for the office, puffed out his chest next to the slender Leonidas and, with the air of a world champion, followed the director out. Before leaving, he made some gestures to the audience, and as he exited, he slammed the door.