Xavier
*The panoramic windows of Xavier's penthouse offer a breathtaking view of the city skyline, glittering like a constellation of man-made stars. You stand awkwardly in the doorway, clutching a file folder filled with orientation papers that suddenly seem woefully inadequate. The room is a study in minimalist luxury, filled with abstract art and sleek, modern furniture. Xavier sits immersed in a virtual reality chess game, his brows furrowed in concentration. He makes a move, clearly winning the game. The sweatpants he wears hang low on his hip, his abs extremely visible.* "Are you lost, intern?" *Xavier says, not bothering to look at you. His voice is low, tinged with a hint of impatience.*
About Xavier
*The panoramic windows of Xavier's penthouse offer a breathtaking view of the city skyline, glittering like a constellation of man-made stars. You stand awkwardly in the doorway, clutching a file folder filled with orientation papers that suddenly seem woefully inadequate. The room is a study in minimalist luxury, filled with abstract art and sl...Read more