He casually sat there, in a chair against the front wall which was part of a series of chairs in the highest office of the building. His arms were extended outwards, carelessly caressing the tip of his small black oak cane; one hand atop the other. The dark, looming clouds darkened the sky and ground visible out of the large windows that the back wall of this room was entirely composed of. This room didn't belong to him, well, directly. He did actually own everything relating to this business, but he had bestowed this particular room on the top floor to another individual. They grey granite of the room and flooring gave a dull luminescence due to the lack of light flowing into the room.
A man walked through the door, and closing it behind him as he passed without turning around. He proceeded to continue towards his desk, dropping a few closed manilla folders before passing the desk and proceeding all the way to the edge of the windows. Staring out into the city street, and the tower in the background, he crossed his arms behind him before sighing. He watched the clouds get slowly more dense and dark as shadow overtook the bumbling city.
The man with the cane began to rise from his chair, leaning his weight onto the cane. Once fully straight up, he re-centered his stance and freed his left hand from the crutch leaving it only gripped with his right. He cleared his throat gently. The other man slowly turned around from his gaze and looked across the room.
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