The top floor of Blueriver Plaza, which spanned an area of over 10,000 square feet, functioned as David Feinberg’s office space. It looked quite spacious when seen for the first time and had lavish decorations that left the viewer dazzled. The entire office space was pretty much a show of wealth. I looked around after the elevator doors opened and smirked as I judged the space in my mind. “That old fool has poor taste.”
He had decorated his office space like a nightclub.
I exited the elevator with Forrest and followed behind William, who guided us politely.
I saw a thin old man wearing a simple but comfortable gray suit sitting on the sofa by the distant floor to ceiling window after entering the office space. Although he had white hair, he looked hale and hearty, unlike a typically age
