Trailing behind Chairman Delaney's elderly yet imposing figure, Ruediger stepped inside the former's home study. Two pairs of footsteps resonated faintly in the air, the echoes rising above the silence.
Ruediger quietly swept his gaze across the mahogany-themed study. This place witnessed Chairman Delaney's decades of blood, sweat and tears when reigning his vast empire.
The faint scents of old books and wood polish lingered in the air. A grandfather clock stood behind the vast desk, ticking rhythmically in the background.
"Sit."
Chairman Delaney's firm voice directed the one word to Ruediger. The elderly man lowered himself on a plush single couch. He rested both hands on the armrests.
Without saying anything, Ruediger seated himself on the couch on the right side of the elderly man's. His countenance expressed no doubt or fear despite being summoned by the respectable figure.
