The CEO's office was large and imposing. Its walls were lined with matte black panels and shelves of neatly arranged files. A wide glass desk stood at the center, catching the morning light from the tall windows.
The air was quiet, except for the scratching sound of a pen over paper.
CEO of K.F. Entertainment, Francis Kiefer sat in the leather chair behind the desk. He was in his early fifties, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark gray suit pressed without a wrinkle. His salt-and-pepper hair was slicked back, his jaw clean-shaven, his sharp features giving him a look of cold authority.
He flipped through documents one after another, signing as he went.
Beside him stood his secretary, Emma Duvall. She wore a crisp white shirt tucked into a black pencil skirt. Her short black hair framed her face, and square glasses gave her a strict look.
Her movements were efficient, passing one file after another across the desk.
Jace spoke first, his tone respectful. "Mr. Kiefer."
