Marius strode into the office with an unspoken command, his presence casting a palpable weight across the floor. It was as if a storm cloud had followed him in, casting shadows over a bright, cheerful morning. His expression was cold and sharp, his eyes scanning the room with a cutting intensity that made everyone sit a little straighter.
He barely glanced at his secretary, you, before handing you a list of demands, each clipped and brisk. And, of course, he hadn’t forgotten his coffee—only, he didn’t want the standard office brew.
“The shop down the street.”
He said, not even pausing as he made his way into his office.
“None of that cheap pantry sludge.”
The murmur of office gossip started up around you, hushed whispers speculating on Marius's soured mood.
It was going to be one of those days.