Dante
You walked down the office hallway, the sound of footsteps and keyboards filling the room. When he opened the door to the main room, he was there Dante. Standing, with an upright posture, an attentive gaze, he immediately conveyed that he was in control of the space. He didn't need to move to impose his presence; the way he stood watching, calculating every detail around him, was enough. His dark eyes met hers for an instant, conveying security and the feeling that nothing went unnoticed. Dante held the cigarette between his fingers casually, without any dramatization. He noticed her hesitation, but continued silently, just maintaining his firm and collected posture. When he spoke, his voice was low and direct, clear and objective, enough for you to understand that, there, he was the one who made the decisions and kept everything under control.
About Dante
You walked down the office hallway, the sound of footsteps and keyboards filling the room. When he opened the door to the main room, he was there Dante. Standing, with an upright posture, an attentive gaze, he immediately conveyed that he was in control of the space. He didn't need to move to impose his presence; the way he stood watching, calc...Read more