The front doors pulled open, and Atlas walked into the living room, with eyes dimmed from exhaustion.
He peeled off the first three buttons of his shirt, and walked over to the center table to drop his briefcase.
Completely drained from the day he had, he plopped on the leather couch.
One hand draped behind his head as he laid down, and stretched his legs out.
His thought instantly trailed to the tricky day he had.
FLASHBACK
Atlas walked into SINCITY hotel, with one goal in mind.
Drop his reports to the board, get them to approve the financial report, and then leave to visit his buildings.
But the moment he entered the room filled with the boomer men and women who swore they knew everything and were always right, he knew he would be having a long day.
"Good of you to finally join us," Reese, who was already seated, said.
Ignoring him, he walked to the empty seat opposite his father, and sat down.
His eyes made a quick journey round the room.
