Talk about first impressions.
Que whimpered holding the dead plant in her hand. The bright young green leaves which had turned an ugly brown and black color had fallen to the ground leaving only the stem. Whoever had entered the office had paused at the door and she could feel penetrating gaze boring holes through her back, she need not guess who it was.
The door was closed after some seconds as the person silently moved inside the office. She kept the vessel back on the table and turned around to face him mustering all the courage she could afford, clasping her shaking hands behind her.
The straight and broad shoulders of the tall man walking towards the massive throne like chair was the first thing that blessed her view. His measured footsteps, poise and his every movement screams nobility. He ooze a strong and suffocating noble aura that had Que's intestines quivering in fear. The once spacious office suddenly felt crowded with his presence.
