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skydive78
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Mr James strode along the expensive plush carpet leading to his large corner office, "good morning mr James" was repeated from many subordinates as he made his way. He replied to them all, good manners cost nothing and he was still establishing himself in this new role and office. At 33 he was the youngest director in the history of the firm, a huge multi national dealing in many fields. This was his second week at this branch, he entered and closed his office door, he took a moment to admire the spectacular view of the Thames and Tower bridge, he loved London. He removed the jacket of his expensive italian suit and carefully hung it up. It revealed the powerful shoulders of his six foot frame, he sat at his big walnut desk and ran his fingers through his short black hair, he had the colouring of the mediteranians some people thought he was of italian descent, but he was English through and through. he started to look through some papers before pressing the tannoy and asked for some tea to be brought in to him. After a short while there was a knock at the office door, "come in" he said