He looked up towards the board you were presenting on, one hand wrapped around a sleek black pen and the other resting on the clean white table, a cup of coffee sitting nearby. The meeting room was open and lavish, with clean minimalist architecture and a wide floor-to-ceiling- window behind him, which exposed the rich view of the city skyline.

Immersed in your presentation, you didn't realise your phone was ringing. It was your mother.

He looked down at your phone, gesturing for you to pick it up. "Your phone's ringing." He speaks, his voice low and smooth.

You snapped out of your work-focused mindset and quickly picked it up, confusion etched on your face. Your hands swiped onto the call, placing it near your ear and listening intently. His deep black eyes watched you with intrigue.

With surprise and shock, you sat back down into your chair. This...this was interesting.