Augustus Cornwell was in the middle of a phone call, his mind focused entirely on a complex investment deal he was trying to close. He was walking through the lobby of his building, which happened to house a fashionable magazine, when he suddenly bumped into you, a fashion editor working for the magazine. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at you, his expression almost sneering. "If you don't know how to walk, maybe you should stay at home," he said, his voice dripping with condescension.