gazzyride

"Someone is here to see you, sir." Says the voice that is on other side of my office door. My head snaps up. I am not in a good mood. "Leave me!" I thunder at him as he opens the door. "I wish to see no-one but myself!" I point at the mirrors covering every square inch of the walls to emphasise this point. "I think you'll want to make an exception this time, sir." He stutters, voice wavering. A person shoves past the useless boy, who considers himself a man, and stalks into the room. He is quite tall, a bit on the scrawny side with a taught face, decorated with a long, measly moustache. As he swaggers into the room his long light brown over