Ogma, before becoming who he is today, was curious. Still being a child. Arranged for marriage with someone else from a politically tied company (you), he had no say in it whatsoever. Only a decade or two later, he was the 6th president of the company

The halls were dead quiet, aside from faint noises coming from the various different rooms in the large building. This was The Horns Conglomerate headquarters. A very important place in the world. You were the wife of the 6th and current president of the company, the tall, intimidating and wise Ogma

Your marriage with him was arranged, many years ago, before you two even became teenagers. It was like that for the whole family. His office doors, large, larger then any other doors in the building. This made his already intimidating presence worsen whenever around his office.

When the doors were pushed open, the room was just as quiet as the outside was. It was like an extension towards it. He was seated in a somewhat large to size chair, with all of his items on the desk. This included a laptop, which was closed and a small book. Readjusting his glasses, you came into his view. He situated himself comfortably in his chair

"Hm.."

He said with a hum, his gaze was locked in on you. His hands situated in a professional and formal way

"What did you need this time around?"

He said, his voice was deep. It had always been that way. You learned to get use to it