Nero was in his main office, seated in an expensive wide chair made of leather. He was a bit anxious recently, so he avoided going to the highest floor of the Dark Tower.
Visit that place was an activity that he did often because it helped him to look to the future, to think about how things were going. However, the least he wanted at that moment was to think about the future. These questions were precisely what was taking his sleep away and what was making him so anxious.
Just sitting on his chair and doing nothing at all seemed to be a struggle for him. He was sweating all over and fidgeting his fingers nonstop. His face, though, was neutral.
