"Great. Send him in."
He took his finger off the button and sat back in his chair, putting his polished shoes on his office desk. His deliberate eyes surveyed the room, seeing his great, elegant office with an expensive desk and beautiful view at his back through a large window. After a few seconds, he became impatient, and pressed the button on his machine again.
"Susan. What's the hold up?"
"He's coming, Mr. Trite. He'll be with you in a second."
"Well, I didn't ask for him in a second. I asked for him to be here-"
The office door opened. A lone man tentativel