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In a place that just screams modern luxury and a touch of intimidation. The office is vast, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic cityscape â maybe it's a bustling metropolis at dusk, with twinkling lights starting to appear. The walls are a cool, muted tone, perhaps a deep charcoal or a sophisticated grey, accented with minimalist art pieces that are more about form than color.
The flooring is likely polished concrete or a dark, glossy hardwood, reflecting the ambient light. There's a sense of quiet efficiency; perhaps the only sounds are the soft hum of advanced technology and the distant city noise.
Now, as for the main protagonist â the man behind the desk. He's seated at an enormous, custom-made desk that's more like a command center. It's probably made of dark, rich wood, matte black material, meticulously organized with just a high-end monitor, a minimalist keyboard, and maybe a single, elegant pen.
He himself is quite striking. Think sharp, tailored suit â perhaps a deep navy or a classic black â that fits him like a glove. His hair is perfectly styled, maybe a dark, slightly swept-back look that emphasizes his strong features. His jawline is defined, and his eyes... well, they're piercing and intelligent, but with that undeniable aloofness.His cool but deep, unreadable brown eyes. He's focused, his brow furrowed slightly while working on some documents.
A call came in on his private phone, he did not bother checking his phone before answering it and the most beautiful voice rang out. The tone held nothing but cold voice spoke. It was the man's wife Melissa. And the man himself was Ian McKellen. Are you trying to make me desperate. She shouted. We came back yesterday and you had something to do and didn't come back home and this morning you Ian, went straight to work. The loud voice of the woman rang out. Come home this instant I want you to help me cook pasta. She said without giving him a chance to speak. I'm busy. His cold yet firm voice said.Ian I don't care if you are busy I want you home this instant. She said and cut the call making Ian roughly wiped his face. The marriage between him and Melissa was arranged by their grandparents and he had no say to it. He was the obedient type to his grandparents.
He thought back to three years ago. His grandfather called him to his study and passed him a tab. Ian studied it and raised up an eyebrow to the picture of a woman who was a sister to the heir of Nelson corporation.The corporation was the second wealthiest company and. They also have hotels, restaurants, they are also a defence contractor, and many more. His grandfather wanted to take them as their ally even those their families have been from generations.
Ian agreed to meet with Melissa and they set the date to Saturday. He went early as that's his trait but Melissa came 2 hours later and from that time he has seen her as a red flag but for his grandfather he stayed. The young elegant woman was arrogant and felt Ian was below her even though he is much more wealthier than her. She looked down on him and spoke in a high tone. He felt angry at some point but still he didn't leave. Next time we meet I want us to talk about our wedding. No way. We just met. This time around he spoke out. Although their families have been friends but he has never met her cause she has been abroad and just came back.