[Spencer Mansion]
Ezekiel sat behind a large mahogany desk, a pile of files arranged beside him while a file rested before him. A fountain pen in hand while he busily perused through the file contents. Before him stood his secretary, who meticulously gazed at his face.
He had realised that his boss wasn't in a good mood for the past few days however, it wasn't his place to ask. Ezekiel wasn't like those angry bad tempered CEOs. No matter what happens to him, he never mixes personal business with work. Though he bore a gentle appearance, none dared to trifle with him. Though he still bore his usual neutral yet gentle appearance, the black circles beneath his eyes were obvious.
Ezekiel had stared at that one single page on a file for almost quarter an hour, seemingly lost in his train o
