Topher was a simple man. He was born with a certain luxury and he was part of an industry that liked to play mind games and politics, but there were some parts in his life that he didn’t overthink. He liked what he liked, he wanted what he wanted, and he will try to get what he liked and wanted. That rang true for both things and people that he set his eye on; and this time, he had set it on James.
Topher knocked on the door to his office then opened it without bothering to wait for a response. He found James sitting on the revolving chair behind the desk, with his eyes almost glued to the screen of his laptop. He looked up when he saw the door open, and a corner of his lips subtly lifted up into a small smile when he saw Topher.
“Hi, is there anything you need?”
It wasn’t every day tha
