His suit jacket hanging neatly on the back of the chair, that he was seated on, one leg crossed over the other. Deacon Roth stared at the man in front of him. The only barrier between them was a glass table.
And from the way that the other man was fidgeting, it was clear that he wished there were other barriers. Perhaps countries and even the ocean. But unfortunately for him there was no such thing.
He was stuck in an office with Deacon Roth.
Looking over at him, Deacon Roth deliberately broke eye contact. Being slow enough about it that the man realized that Deacon was looking away on purpose. His sharp eyes fixing on the glass of water in front of him. The CEO briefly contemplated picking it up and staring at the slice of cucumber that was floating within. But in the end he decided against it, and his eyes flicked back up towards the only other occupant of the room.
