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I took a good look around his office and in all honesty, it was exactly what I expected. Every inch of it was tiled and the glass was one way so he could see outside but no one could see in. He had a hand carved table with his documents arranged in a neat pile on top of it. There was a couch and to the left were his bookshelves, there were two of them and they were filled to the brim. To the right however was a large and open balcony.

“Do you often stand there and try to assert your dominance over the entire of New York?” I asked suddenly and he turned to me with scrunched brows. “It only makes sense. Why else would you want a balcony overlooking the city if not to remind yourself that you are above them?”

“Maybe I just liked the view?” he offered and I shrugged innocently. I took his seat leaving him to stand by the door and watch me. His eyes were dark and I could have sworn I knew exactly what he was thinking about.

“Dad said-”

“Do not talk about your dad when you are in my office