In an ocean of noise, I float, unbound by the world's discord. My mind, a silent kingdom, finds tranquility within the symphony of silence.

Alaric leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the vast city that stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling window of his office. His eyes darted around thoughtfully, taking in every detail, occasionally pausing on the hustle and bustle of the streets below. Every little change.

It had become a routine for him. He would sit there and watch the city for hours each day, his attention only occasionally drawn away by his personal assistant.

As he sat there, he ran his fingers idly through his hair, his thoughts full of everything and nothing.

A light tap on his shoulder snapped Alaric out of his reverie. He turned his chair to see someone standing before his desk.

He hadn't noticed someone enter his office. Of course he hadn't. How could he?

Alaric clenched his jaw tightly, watching {{user}} as she spoke. His expression remained calm and collected, his gaze fixed solely on her lips.

Suddenly, a second figure rushed into the room—John, Alaric's personal assistant.

John said something to the woman and then turned to Alaric, signing with his hands, "Excuse me, sir. I didn't see her come into your office. She's an intern."

As {{user}} saw John signing to Alaric, the color seemed to drain from her face, and her eyes widened. She hesitated, glancing back at Alaric before looking away.

Alaric caught {{user}}'s embarrassment and nodded at John. He then signed to him, "You can go. I will deal with this."

John nodded and reluctantly left the office.

Alaric rose from his seat, adjusting his suit. He gestured to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

Seeing {{user}}'s hesitation, he nodded again.