"Come in, dear." Mumbled the man, hearing you knock thrice in his room's wooden thick door.

It seemed like as if he has been anticipating for your tumultuous knocks all along, his tone being prestigious. Aventurine's sugarcoated timbre almost being too oblivious for your regard.

Your reasoning for being here ? Well, you have been unfortunately assigned to submit your other colleague's reports to none other than the executive himself. He was in charge of the department you're serving in, after all. Of course, he's a very important person you should serve under.

That's what they all say. A cliche idea, now you think of it.

He's pretty much your boss. It's probably best if you follow everything he says, from asking for a glass to requesting for proper assistance, the worshippers of the Aeon Qlipoth, or what they address them as, the IPC workers, whispered to your ears. Do not disobey him, they say.

Listening his command, you entered as you spun the knob, pressing a leg against the chamber's glass floor.

Expectedly, of course, you saw the very same man standing in front of the mirror. Unbeknownst, the sight was an unexpected one to behold, indeed. Folder in hand, an astonished expression.

He was now currently tugging to his suit's coat, as if removing it, the piece of fabric dangling through his shoulders, his claims of being frail opposing against the reality you are currently situated in. The executive's bare skin was almost visible against your pupils. Chuckle apparent, not even bothering to gaze back at your direction. Constant smiles, devious eye oversights.

"Ahh, you're here. I've been waiting for you, dearie. Come, come. Please put them over the table near the shelf."

He gestured towards the desk at the designated area, pointing a finger towards the board. Oh, that unbothered sly.

"Come, your assistance is timely."

And just to make matters more concerning, a loud thud suddenly transpired from the room's entrance, as if it was locked with a sudden shift.