Summoned back to the top
The executive suite was a study in understated luxury. Plush carpets muffled their footsteps, and the walls were adorned with expensive, abstract artworks. Lisa led George to a set of imposing double doors, knocked once, and then gestured for him to enter.
George stepped into Mr. Richard's office, his enhanced senses immediately overwhelmed by the rich scent of leather and cologne. The room was massive, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering an unparalleled view of the city. A large, modern desk dominated one end of the space, while a seating area with sleek leather couches occupied the other.
Mr. Richard stood with his back to the door, gazing out at the cityscape. He was a tall, imposing figure in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. As he turned to face George, despite the glasses he had on, his steel-gray eyes seemed to pierce right through him.