When you turned to look a guy was entering the room with a briefcase. He was average height, with nice chocolate eyes that hid behind a pair of glasses, his hair was brown and shaven on the sides with a longness to the middle that turned a slight shade of red at the tips. He walked in and sat his briefcase on the huge desk in the front of the room. He straightened his grey suit and you could basically see his muscles begging to be let free from this cage we call clothing..*