Exactly 15 minutes later, not a second more, a figure emerged from the other side of the hallway. He looked disheveled, with his necktie loosened and his suit jacket draped over his arm. His black shirt was damp with sweat, clinging to his chiseled abs and bulging muscles. His long, sturdy legs moved in powerful strides, almost like a sprint. The sight was a spectacle for everyone present, who stared with wide eyes and open mouths.
Some of them had seen Rafael Briley in magazines featuring young successful businessmen, while others had caught glimpses of him in interviews. Although they had admired his looks and considered him more handsome than many actors, those instances were few and far in between since he was rarely seen. Now, seeing him in person, they felt as though their lungs were failing them, overwhelmed by his presence and unable to breathe.
