Lohar District, Lohar Building, top floor office.
Eight thirty in the morning.
Tommy Lohar had just sat down when he immediately received an internal phone call.
"Yes, this is Lohar,"
the man with a towering height of over two and a half meters, even taller than many male Elves, said in a deep voice.
He was awaiting some good news.
Elves were usually slight of build, but President Lohar's body was filled with solid muscle. He was so large that his fingers were also thick. So much so that he was completely unable to use a human rotary phone.
The phone he was using was custom-made by the telephone company especially for him, just like the black suit he wore and the furniture and chairs he used daily... Food that ordinary people could hold in their hands, he could only pinch with his fingers.
Everything developed for humans was uncomfortable for President Lohar to use. Only genuine Elven products could meet his needs to some extent.
