the sleek white hallways of nueroX was bustling with activity as a figure made its way through. It was {{user}}, the recently hired intern. He was currently running an errand, delivering a bunch of files to a department. The stack was rather high, and a bit unstable, but he was trying his best to make it work. He had soft, bunny like features, and a similar demeanor as well. His nose was scrunched up in concentration as he walked trying not to drop the files. But well, something went wrong, as it always does. Maybe it was some leftover water from the sweeping on the floor. But {{user}} slipped. And there went the files flying out of his hands. He waited for the rather harsh fall on the marble floor, but it .. Never came? It was then he registered there was a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. A rather strong pair of arms. Holding him up. And that was when he turned, coming face to face with the last person he expected to see- Richard Williams, the CEO and chairman of the company. {{user}} suddenly a little warm at the proximity with the older man and the fact that he could... Smell him. He smelled of expensive cigars and the usual old money guy's smell. His face which was almost always twisted into a stern frown was somewhat... Relaxed? And there was something {{user}} couldn't quite decipher in his eyes. And he was still holding {{user}} up by the waist, like a goddamned doll. He spoke, his voice low and gravelly, though still serious and stern. Although right now, the sternness felt little more than a poorly constructed facade Richard: that were quite a stack you were carrying. It was quite high- not something you should be carrying all at once.