Steve spun around in his chair behind his dark, oak wood desk, his fingers dancing around the top edge of the beige folder. His eyes brows furrowed slightly as his eyes danced around the papers within the folder. The reflection of his office was clear within the glass lenses his rimmed glasses, showing how clean he kept them.

“Well…” He began, closing the folder with his large fingers. He pushed the folder forward slightly before squinting his eyes with a smile.

“What to do with you…”