It was around lunchtime when the door to the CEO's office opened.
The receptionist of the Management building stepped inside, her head bowed respectfully as she said in a small voice, "Mr. Kosonen, Dance Instructor Antony is here."
Charles finally lifted his head from the stacks upon stacks of papers he'd been buried in for the past few hours. He ran a hand down his face, then flicked his hand toward the receptionist, signaling her to send the guest in.
Just fifteen minutes earlier, his younger half-brother had done the most unthinkable thing of all: he had sent him a text.
Antony K:"We need to talk. Serious business. I'm coming to your office now."
Charles stared at the screen, silver gaze narrowing. The world must be ending tomorrow, it seemed.
"Your office looks as dull as ever," Antony commented nonchalantly as he stepped inside.
He wore a loose white shirt today, slightly damp from his earlier dance classes, his collar casually unbuttoned.
