Styles Almighty

I could hear the sound of my laced up boots cling onto the floor. The echo was consistant, bouncing off the marble like walks, and the brick flooring.

The doorman rung me up to the eleventh floor. I've been waiting all day for this. Wondering if I was dressed apropreite. My silhouette black dress, white hand bag thrown over my shoulder, along with my black lace up boots that I loved dearly.

Letting out a deep breath. I step into the dark blue elevator. Pressing eleven, waiting patiently.

Ding. The door opened, I, stepping out seeing the doorman, waiting there, supposedly waiting for me. He looked sort of cute. Hm.

"Stone?" He said, his accent thick and deeper than it was on the telephone.

"Yes sir." I comfirmed.

"Right this way." He commanded, and I followed behind him, as if I was a little duckling following her mother.

He reached the door, knocking before opening. Allowing me inside the shadowed room. I saw a man in his chair, hands folded on the table. The dark shade of his eyes looking at me. A blazing green.

"I've been expecting you." He spoke, voice was so comfirmed. His shoulders were sharp from his blazer he was wearing. His hair was down, slightly tickling his forehead. "Would you like a coffee?"

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