Benedito's headquarters in Houston stood out like a sore thumb amongst all the other high rise buildings in the city. I figured it was because of its dark gothic architecture and matte black finish. Instead of all the other buildings that had shiny mirror glasses, his building almost looked like it was wrapped in a smooth black leather.
Out of all the buildings in the city it was the cleanest I had ever seen. No bird seemed to even want to sit on it and not even a speck of dust touched its walls. It was just as intimidating as the owner to be honest. People even seemed to fear it as they passed and I understood why.
I had never seen anything like it before.
Parking my old Ford in the parking lot felt odd compared to the newer sleeker cars. Everyone who was walking towards the building was dressed sharply in their work clothes and looked like they belonged. Their briefcases firmly in their hand and phone pressed against their ear.
