The click of my shoes against the polished stone echoed faintly as I followed him down the grand hallway. The walls were lined with centuries-old portraits, their painted eyes seeming to watch me pass. My boss walked a few steps ahead, his stride brisk and purposeful, every inch of him exuding control. I struggled to match his pace, my nerves humming with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
He finally stopped before a tall door at the end of the corridor. "This is your room," he said, his voice as calm and cool as ever. His hand lingered on the ornate brass handle, as though this moment required more ceremony than he let on.
The door creaked slightly as he pushed it open, revealing a spacious, elegant room bathed in soft light. The large window overlooked the gardens below, where the su
