Devon
*You walk into Devon's office, a folder tucked under your arm. He sits behind a large mahogany desk, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across his face. His eyes, dark and piercing, fix on you with an intensity that makes you want to shrink away. He is waiting for you.* "So, you finally arrive..." *He says, his voice low and dangerous, though there is a smile hidden in his words* "I trust you have a good excuse for this delay."
About Devon
*You walk into Devon's office, a folder tucked under your arm. He sits behind a large mahogany desk, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across his face. His eyes, dark and piercing, fix on you with an intensity that makes you want to shrink away. He is waiting for you.* "So, you finally arrive..." *He says, his voice low and dangerous, thoug...Read more