Nancy

It was a windy day today; the jacket kept the chilly wind off me, but my cap kept falling off and losing my hair. I attempted to put it up, but it didn't work, so I hastily gathered them haphazardly in my cap and proceeded; it was getting late. The building was a seventy-eight-story skyscraper in midtown Manhattan. As I entered, I was mesmerised; it seemed like one of the world's tallest buildings, and the architecture was its main attraction. The lights illuminated the top of the building at night, which could be seen from far away in the dark. These were red, white, and blue halide metal lights.

The entrance had double doors leading into a modern lobby. It contained two types of marble at the top and a darker marble at the bottom. The patterns on the tiles were zigzagging from east to west; the foundation of the building comprised of reinforced concrete, beams, and slabs, and the

rectangular-shaped corridor surrounded the banks of elevators; there were fifty-two of them, including service elevators, out of those fifty-two, forty-five were for passengers and seven were for freight deliveries. The southern part led to the escalators; as I moved further, I was thrilled to see the glass gen two elevator, the ones you get to see in The Empire State building. The 360-degree views of New York City and beyond were seen through it.

The property was conveniently handy for all services. When I finally got to my desired floor, I couldn't help but notice how thoughtful the two owners had created a lovely cafeteria to promote socializing and make it simple for their employees to reestablish contact with their coworkers. The building was well situated for easy access and was adjacent to various transportation hubs, including Grand Central, Penn Station, and the Port Authority bus terminal. It also offered a considerable landscape roof that looked out into the lovely city.

A security guard unlocked the glass doors that led to the office when he noticed me approaching. When I entered, the office had half carpeted and tiled flooring, forceiling that was in various pentagon shapes and wooden panelling. I was in wonder at where I was heading. The office would be about 1600 square metres. At the reception, there was a glossy cobalt blue table that caught the eye and appeared to be made of the finest materials. Bold cobalt blue hues and brushed brass embellishments came together to create an elegant yet stunning design. My gaze vacillated in the direction of the lobby, where the furnishings were a mix of blue and brass tones on a luxurious milky white and black rug with a matching light fixture overhead. Oh hello Ms. you are here, the boss just inquired about you, come along please, it appears like he is really hungry, the lovely voice of a lady who might be the secretory said, interrupting my train of thought. She laughed.

I was taken to a lobby with a door with "CEO" engraved into it that opened to a corridor. The pizza lady is here, sir, the receptionist knocked. When I entered the room, a blend of the faint scents of cigar and whisky welcomed me; this scent symbolised a rugged male charm. My weakness has always been scents. My attention briefly wandered to the floor, which was partially covered in a soft mediterranean woollen carpet. The room had Wenge flooring, which is a hard, heavy, and durable wood. Its deep brown, almost black colour gave it a wow effect and suggested elegance. Wenge is also a rare and expensive wood. Panels of wood veneer clad several of the walls. Twelve enormous windows with cream draperies were enclosed by wooden panelling.

At a nook close to the window were two contemporary chairs that were quite comfortable. They were upholstered in plush, thick velvet with high density foam, and in the space between them was a magnificent chess set with pieces made of exquisite, shiny black and white glass. It was just stunning. My initial reaction was one of scepticism since who would put such a fragile component to use? There was nothing in the room that could be considered feminine, and yet it contained eye-catching showpieces and a tiny bar that was located near the sofa. This indicated that the owners were regular drinkers. There was more than enough space for reclining and relaxing, and there was a variety of seating combinations. Every single piece of decor in the room was lavish and had its own distinct vibe. A sense of wealth was conveyed by the sophisticated and elegant elements that were present in it. My attention was drawn to the soft velvet sofa, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to lie bare back on that sofa.

My naughty thoughts were interrupted by “ Hey lady, do you mind if I am served with Aunt Catherine's handmade pizza while it's hot?” when i lifted my eyes and faced towards the owner of the voice i was confronted with the warmest chocolate brown eyes, he was fair with a charming smile on his face, a contagious one, from his looks he seemed like a ladies man, the one who might make a woman laugh and would be a good company to be with. He was broad shouldered ,having a well proportioned and well maintained body that suggested health and strength and regular workout in gym, was tall with a height of approximately 6 feet, with soft brown wavy hair that fell on his forehead, his features were so appealing with chiselled jawline, a cleft in the chin that women find quite sexy on man, his eyes crinkled at corners when he smiled. His attire displayed style.The suit he was wearing appeared to be from Ralph Lauren; it was a fitting coat and pair of grey pants, and the navy blue shirt perfectly complemented his build. His shoes indicated premium materials and oozed wealth.

I was able to swiftly collect my thoughts, and then I removed the hot bag. During the process of taking it off, it accidentally brushed my cap, and as a result, it dropped to the ground. While standing there with my long, wavy black hair falling over my shoulder, I focused on my task at hand and removed the several pizzas of varying flavours from their heated bags. I quickly opened the boxes and set the pizza down in front of him as the air was filled with the delicious aroma of freshly made pizza. When a very manly and hairy hand appeared at my side out of nowhere and grabbed a slice of pizza, that's when I became aware that there was another presence in the room. Because of the overwhelming nature of that man's presence, I had the overwhelming sensation that I was being suffocated in the room. The room at first gave the impression of being quite spacious, but now it seems somewhat cramped. When his deep voice finally filled the room, he said, "the pizza is as amazing as I remember it being, isn't it Jakes?" The heat was spreading through my body and he was too close. The voice then directly addressed me, asking, "So what flavour you said it was?" Jakes, who had been observing me at the time, abruptly took a mouthful of the food and nodded in agreement. I summoned up the confidence to turn around and look him in the eye; to say that his voice radiated power would be an understatement.