Ace drove into his private parking lot with just two minutes to spare.
He hurriedly stepped out of the car, and found Grant already waiting for him.
"Good afternoon sir," he saluted, stepping beside him.
"That's exactly the problem. Who the hell fixes an important meeting in the afternoon?" He hissed, throwing his briefcase at him.
The Stuart man stumbled back, but successfully caught the briefcase. "You di—" his voice trailed when Ace sent him a cold stare behind his shoulders.
Shutting his mouth, he followed a few paces behind Ace, as they walked into the lobby of SPADES.
The crowded lobby suddenly spaced out, as everyone scrambled back to their positions, at the mere whiff of his presence.
"Good afternoon sir!"
"Welcome sir!"
"Good to see you sir!"
These words echoed around him, as he made his way to his personal elevator. He nudged his head in response to their greetings.
