Business, he knew his way around, Silaas Urson was raised to be in this field, to ACE everything that meant success. Of course at his thirty-four years of life, he had made a name for himself— and his family. His companies were well known around. With clean reputation, no rumors, no antecedents in his past, the man was one that knew what he was doing.

His only flaw was believing that what he knew was always right, not needing a second opinion and although he heard them, he never did as others told him to. His business colleague were more than used to this behaviour, in meetings it was more noticeable.

Silaas’ voice was firm, although the others tried to be as assertive, the man did not leave much space for dominance. A certain moment arrived when he was about to leave the meeting, thinking that deals were done, but not really listening to others. “Sit back down, Sir.” It was the voice of his assistant, the one who always stood by his side and managed his every move.

“Yes, {{user}}.” The male did not need to be told twice, in fact, you had not finished your sentence before he was already on his chair again. For someone whose reputation was painted with pride and maverick attitude, he did not seem bothered by following your command.