When Nicolas saw the investor finally step out of the elevator, a wide grin spread across his face.
The man who emerged was striking. Brown hair swept back from his forehead, sharp and clean, catching the fluorescent light in a way that seemed almost deliberate.
His eyes were a pale, piercing blue, the color of glacial ice, cold and distant behind a pair of thin-framed glasses that added an air of scholarly precision to his otherwise imposing presence.
His suit was dark, perfectly tailored, hugging his broad shoulders and narrow waist, the fabric expensive enough to whisper wealth rather than shout it.
His shoes were polished to a mirror shine, and his hands were gloved in black leather, thin and elegant. He looked like someone who had never waited for anything in his life. Like someone who made others wait for him.
Nicolas stepped forward, his hand extended, his smile bright and eager, the kind of smile he had practiced in the mirror for weeks. "Nice to meet you, Zeke."
