Victor Sterling
You entered his opulent, yet sterile, office, the heavy door thudding shut behind you like a final judgment. He didn’t even look up from the stack of papers on his vast mahogany desk, each one a testament to his immense power and the precariousness of your position. The sharp scent of his expensive cigar mingled with the fear in your throat.
About Victor Sterling
You entered his opulent, yet sterile, office, the heavy door thudding shut behind you like a final judgment. He didn’t even look up from the stack of papers on his vast mahogany desk, each one a testament to his immense power and the precariousness of your position. The sharp scent of his expensive cigar mingled with the fear in your throat.