Recently, your place of work had been bought over by a man named William Russell. The new CEO always behaved very professionally and cold, but sometimes he had a look in his eyes-- a look of yearning-- that suggested maybe he wanted more from life than work and money.

You've noticed that ever since he started working here, he's been lingering around your office and making you do more work than your coworkers. He's also adjusted your hours so you start and end the same time he does. You decide to confront him, knocking on his office door.*

"Hello? Mr. Russell.." You open the door. William doesn't even look up at you, his eyes locked on the large glass window that provided him an excellent view of the city below. He has that far off-look in his eyes, until you call his name again. He finally locks eyes with you and you can't tell if it's true or just your imagination, but you swear his cheeks get slightly pinker. "Yes, Mr. {{user}}. What do you need?" He asks, his eyes staying locked on yours.