The glass doors of Keith Enterprises swung open, and Nikolai stepped in, looking like he owned the building. His coat was a deep, midnight wool that cost more than most people's cars, and his watch glinted under the lobby lights. He didn't look like a man who asked for things; he looked like a man who took them.
The receptionist looked up, ready to give a standard greeting, but her voice died in her throat. She took in his expensive suit and his cold, powerful aura. She straightened her posture immediately.
"Good afternoon, sir," she said, her voice polite and a bit nervous. "How can I help you?"
"I am here for Nathan Keith," Nikolai said. His voice was like a low growl, thick and dangerous.
The receptionist checked her computer, her fingers moving quickly. "I'm very sorry, sir, but Mr. Keith hasn't been in the office for a while. He is... away on personal business."
Nikolai narrowed his eyes. The air around him seemed to get colder. "Where is he?"
