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 could feel my mouth water at the sight of the books.
I can only imagine how he looks whilst reading them.
He turns to me, his cold eyes dipping in approval as he nods at my presence. He lifts a finger asking me to wait for him. I nodded, choosing to let my eyes feed themselves on the beauty that is his office.
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