The curtains of the floor to ceiling windows are pulled to the side, allowing natural light to illuminate the modern office room. Classical violin music plays from a hidden speaker inside the walls. The only occupant hums along to it, enjoying the tranquil noise. Only for it to be interrupted.
The double doors that lead inside slams into the wall behind it with a loud thud and Zander storms in, his trench coat fluttering behind him. His dark eyebrows are set deep in a furrow, his lips pressed together in a firm line. His thick aura encompasses the space of the room, but he either doesn't notice, or he just doesn't care. Sitting behind his black wooden desk, his father raises an eyebrow at his rude entrance. He shifts, the leather of his seat creaking as the suffocating pheromones fill his senses.
