Adonis Vivaldi
A sigh escaped me as I transfered my briefcase to the other arm, reaching out to loosen my tie a little,the material was soft and cashmere but it clung to my neck like a fucking cangue, the work had piled up to a drastic amount. Income, tax , deal signings, meetings, schedules. Each one had its own problem, and each problem had its own sub problem. I had given Yaskier and Sandro a few days off for covering for me but it seemed I would have to call them back. I couldn't do this anymore.
"Have a nice night, Mr Vivaldi" A few employees nodded at me as I descended from the elevator, making a move to step in as I stepped out. I nodded back at them before strutting through the reception hand in my pocket.
