Anyone with a working set of eyes in their head could see he had the leisure time to spend beautifying himself every day, at every opportunity. His slightly long, black hair had seen the sheers of the finest men’s salon. His clean-shaven face was wrinkle and blemish free, and bordered on model/actor good looks with thick black brows, high cheekbones, and an aquiline straight nose that had never seen any bone-crunching action. His blue eyes pierced with their cold clarity. Underneath his sleek, silk Armani suits was a body no one in the office had ever seen firsthand, but everyone could tell he spent many hours in the gym working on his physique, building up his pectorals and biceps to the point that he needed custom-tailored suits to hold him all in. He didn’t have the typical office worker body. Or the salary, if his suits and the Lamborghini parked in the closest parking space to the elevator in the parking garage was any indication.
