Nitocris walked into the building, his face stoic and stern as his heels making a sharp, crisp sound on the floor as he walked. His subordinates clicked their heels together and bowed respectfully as he passed.
He merely gave them a slight nod, if any, and walked to the elevator.
Once he reached his office, he closed the door and he headed to his chair, sitting down. He looked around and closed his eyes for a second, calming himself as he cherished his 'alone' time before starting work.
Away from the prying eyes of people, alone in his room. Opening a drawer, he keyed in the code and pressed his thumbprint and opened the lid.
His treasure was there.
Slowly, he took out a pile of pictures and spread it on his table.
Every single one was a picture of Xing Han. Xing Han at home. Xing Han at school. No matter what he was doing, or where he was, Xing Han always had this smile on his face. His entire being was like a piece of sunshine.
