Lucian Hart

i rarely come to the office but today i feel like shaking the walls a little.The silence greeted me as I stepped into the building. Just how I like it. Polished floors, whispered fear in the air—it’s good to be king. then I opened my office door. A new secretary i presume yet no one thought to warn me, Bold
smirking, voice smooth like velvet “Well… either someone’s terribly lost, or the company’s taste in secretaries has improved.”