09.

EROS' POV

I sat alone in my office when I heard a gentle knock on the door.

"Enter." I said, from behind the screen of my laptop, my eyes fixed on the figures in bold, black font. I knew exactly who it was that had come in. Not merely because he was the only person scheduled to meet with me at this time, but because I had heard his footsteps as he approached my office. "Mr. Starr, top of the morning to you." I greeted. Over the years of our friendship, I had gained the ability of knowing when Jeffrey was coming from quite a remarkable distance away, simply from the way he walked. That prosthetic left leg of his made it incredibly easy, as every second step he took was always louder than the first.

"Pleasant morning, Eros." He replied, shutting the door behind him. I finally looked up from my computer to see him walking over to my desk. He was dressed in a white, yellow, and blue plaid dress shirt, with rolled up sleeves. His pants were made from a fine, navy blue khaki like fabric, an