"So what did you say you had for me?" Noah's voice rang out, his words directed at a sitting Riveta who had a wide smile on her gorgeous face.
She giggled mischievously before resting her back on the one-sitter couch she sat on. Both of them were within a relatively large room, that only had two lavender-colored chairs and a small glass table featuring many inscriptions.
The room was painted white and had grey-colored tiles. Apart from that, there wasn't anything that could be considered eye-catching in the whole room.
Truth be told, Noah had considered it a waste of space when Riveta had led him to that place on the thirtieth floor.
"So this what it feels like to have someone literally at the edge of their seats," Riveta chuckled and Noah almost blushed when he realized that he had leaned forward sitting on the edge of his chair.
