Cherrywood furniture gleamed in the filtered light, polished to a mirror finish. A thick Persian rug dampened the sound of her footsteps, the only disruption to the otherwise hushed atmosphere. A crystal vase overflowing with vibrant orchids, Elizabeth’s personal touch, graced the mahogany desk, its sweet scent mingling faintly with the signature leather scent that clung to the room, a subtle reminder of the man who occupied it.

As Elizabeth pushed open the door, the silence fractured with the gentle click of her heels. Dressed in a crisp pantsuit, she moved with practiced efficiency, a silent symphony amidst the grandeur. The scent of her signature perfume, a light floral blend, mingled subtly with the familiar leather aroma that clung to the room, a subtle reminder of the man who occupied it. A faint worry etched lines across her usually serene forehead, hinting at the reason for her visit beyond the usual afternoon check-in.

“Got some bad news. she placed a lock of files on your desk our rivals lowered our sales.”