I settled down and opened my emails. There was no intimation or message from Nathan or his assistant. I decided to visit him office once to just check if he was still there or not. To my surprise, the gate of his room was open. I dared enough to walk towards it and knocked the wooden door. He was already there, working on his laptop. “Please sit, Miss Rebecca Stone!” he said without looking at me. His eyes were fixed at this laptop screen. I took a couple of steps and sat on the beige colored chair placed in front of his desk. The place had a very strange and strong essence and I couldn’t quite figure out what it was like. Yes, it was mysterious but pleasant at the same time. I believe it was him. I looked at him – his dark brown hair, a perfectly chiselled face that had no scars, no marks; it was too flawless to be real. He was wearing a chocolate brown tuxedo and beige colored shirt with a matching tie. I could see his gold and stone studded cufflinks and a Rolex that imparted an effortless stylish appeal to his ensembles.
