Inside Riley Group, in the President's office.
The sky had completely darkened, and the office was brightly lit.
Justin Battleson was looking intently at the documents on the desk, furrowing his brows from time to time.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, neither too loud nor too soft, entering his ears with politeness.
Justin lifted his gaze towards the slightly ajar door and leaned back in his chair.
A deep weariness was present in his profound eyes, yet his usual sharpness remained intact.
His assistant walked in. He was a new hire brought on to handle some of Michael Richard's responsibilities.
He was an elegant man, wearing gold-framed glasses and with small curly hairs falling on his forehead.
His eyes were a beautiful amber color, and his slightly curved mouth appeared somewhat invincible.
However, holding files in his hand, you wouldn't be able to spot any aggression.