As the elevator slid ever upwards, Peter shuffled from foot to foot in an attempt to contain his rage. He ground his teeth noisily and his clenched fists were pressed to his sides, white-knuckled and trembling. On the readout over the door each floor shuffled slowly by, while the hum of the elevator droned on around him. He huffed intermittently, trying to find some way of expelling his fury. He
Dr. Alex Stoke frowned as he entered the room. He had been expecting the CEO’s office, but instead he found himself in a large toilet. To one side stood a pair of pale pink cubicles, with a sink some distance away and a mirror on the wall beside that. More cubicles lined the wall immediately in front of him and to his left, but even so the room was bizarrely
Stepping into the office, Kent was shocked to see the woman lounging in the large red chair. She was astoundingly beautiful and with her in front of him it was like he could not look at anything else. Her thick black glasses only seemed to enhance how attractive she was, and she eyed with him with a stare that was bright with intelligence. Though she was dressed in a professional
Waiting patiently at the head of the table, Dean greeted each man who entered the room with a cordial smile. Naturally there was no warmth to it; he had little fondness for any of the men taking their seats, but this was business and it was only customary to mask one’s true emotions, even if said mask was all but transparent. He did, however, inject his smile with a note
