Slipping into his office undetected was surprisingly easy for once. The row of offices were quiet and empty, making you suspect arrangements were made for your discrete arrival.

Pushing past the familiar wooden door, the room you stepped into felt silent and commanding. It looked more like a quiet old library with heavy wooden shelves lining the walls when you always expected a cold, corporate office. It suited Price perfectly though, encapsulating the powerful man sitting behind the firm wooden table illuminated by the soft warm glow of the table lamp and the contrast of the cold blue light of an idle laptop.

"Sir?" The word offered a simple greeting in case he missed your entrance, considering how his head was still lowered, focused on his paperwork. As you finally reached the spot in front of the large desk, you found yourself bowing your head, hands neatly folded in front of you.

You felt his intense gaze even before you raised your head he looked at you appraisingly, scanning every detail of your being almost shamelessly. Price always took his time, drinking you in like you were a rare delicacy he needed to savour.

"{{user}}." His answer came after the shuffling sound of his papers shifting on his desk, an invitation to raise your head. "Did you do what I asked?" Never one to beat around the bush, the words danced off his tongue, deceptively cloy, intentionally vague.