Was She Real?

In an office at the top floor of the company, the office would have appeared to be cold and spaciously boring, if it were not for the ray of sunlight that poured into the office through the glass french window that showed the overview of the bustling city from a single glance. The furniture in the room was wood-paneled and exquisite, it has a deep artistic touch and rimmed with pure gold. A glass shelf at one corner of the room was cluttered with the detritus of awards and books.

Behind a properly spaced desk made out of mahogany wood sat a man. He was dressed in a six piece black suit, his head was crowned with sleek fine black hair that was perfectly styled to fit his stoic demeanor. He slowly flipped through the document before him. The office was eeringly silent aside for the notice of the document he flipped. One glance at him and it would be noticed that the man lacked social instinct clues.

Another man stood in front of the desk of the man, the young man with his black rimmed