The elevator doors opened straight to his office. I struggled to keep my jaw shut as my eyes took in the grand that was in front of me.

His office was well decorated to suit him, with no splash of colors and it reeked of him. He was standing with his back to me and his hand placed on his ear.

He was on a call.

I took the opportunity to look around, his bookshelf was stocked and they looked expensive. The kind of books you tend to read with your eyes instead of touching. I ...