On the thirtieth floor of the world's most renowned enterprise - Wyatt Enterprises Holdings Inc., was seated an expressionless face typing fastly on his keyboard with some review needed files waiting.
In front of his brown shining office wooden desk are two executive black leather chairs. At one end of the big wide office was a luxurious ash sofa with a small well manly but stylish glass table in front of it.
And looking at the left side of the all-glass office, was a closed door that had his room behind it - just in case he stays overnight just like he has done in the past few days.
A few centimeters away from his seat was an all-glass closure that showed the stunning city view below the company.
Nicklaus tapped on his laptop staring into it intensely. His tie and suit jacket was long gone and he was left with the inner suit and his white shirt.
