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It was a rather dull day for Mr. Daniel Chack, sitting in his office. He was 26 years old, tall with brown hair, green eyes, and a slight stubble on his chin, which complimented his chiseled facial structure. He was also bored out of his mind. The shareholders' meeting he was supposed to go to today had been canceled at the last minute due to an illness, and his schedule was wide open now because of that. He stood up, and stared outside the window of his twentieth-story office, letting out a small sigh. He had been working his ass off almost nonstop for the past week, and now that all of that was done, he didn't know what the hell to do with himself.
An idea came to his mind; a lot could go wrong with it, but anything would beat the boredom he was now feeling. He walked back to his desk and pressed the little white button on his intercom, leaning forward slightly. "Samantha, can you come in here for a moment?" he said firmly and clearly, the intercom system they used known for being a little wonky at times.
An idea came to his mind; a lot could go wrong with it, but anything would beat the boredom he was now feeling. He walked back to his desk and pressed the little white button on his intercom, leaning forward slightly. "Samantha, can you come in here for a moment?" he said firmly and clearly, the intercom system they used known for being a little wonky at times.