Thread: Inside the mind (Cassandraks & Vyttor)

The high rise building wasn't unlike most of his clients headquarters, or his own, for that matter. The antique looking church reflected in the dark glass of its exterior walls provided an interesting contrast. At some other time in his life the boy he had been might have stopped to admired the contradiction and perhaps even taken a picture, but now the man barely noticed it as he stepped through the wide doors without a second thought. Tall, lean and elegantly dressed in a dark blue suit and impeccable tie, Ricardo Montoni wasn't an unusual vision in that kind of place, except that he seemed to be going the wrong way. While most people were going home for the evening, he just left the poetic colors of the dusk sky outside and reached a muscled arm for to hold the elevator doors before they closed on him. His dark brown eyes flared as a young man on a grunge outfit - who still dresses like this?! - bumped into him without as much as a quick apology, but he managed to calm himself down before banging the boy's head with hisown top-notch tablet, which was the only thing he was carrying. Quickly he found himself alone inside the metal cage and pressed number 17 on the panel. As the doors closed he took one last look at his gadget, noting the vast amount of e-mails that had come in on the way from the taxi to the elevator, only his subconscious mind processing his own face reflected on the screen, the short waves of his jet black hair only mildly out of place. Then he checked the time and let his mind wander for a few seconds. The high flying executive enjoyed elevator rides more than most people he knew. Only it wasn't the childish love for moving up in such a machine, but rather the peace of a rare short moment alone, without having to show off for some prospective client or potential rival. Such moments became less and less common as he rode his way to the top tier of one of the largest business strategy consulting firms in the world. He hadn't come to be left completely alone though. He actually believed he would have to actively talk a lot, and perhaps on subjects over around he wasn't as comfortable as the old forces of Porter or similar business mindframes. It was his first therapy session, something he had long considered and still wasn't sure would pay out. However he might need some assistance and this therapist came highly recommended - by no one he knew, to be sure, for this wasn't the kind of thing one admitted requiring help with in his social circle. But since she charged in measure, he expected to gain at least SOME insight, even if he knew it might take more than a few sessions. He stepped out without quite noticing and saw a plain young lady leaving the very office he had come to. She was dressed formally, although she had already let her brown hair down. It was she who greeted him. Oh, you must be mr. Montoni! Welcome, hi! she looked at the watch on the wall and then Boy, you sure are serious on being on time, aren't you?! I was just leaving, but please come in and make yourself comfortable - she will be with you in a minute. Ricardo took her image quickly, without noticing anything that would deserve high praise or critic. Perhaps she was a little too talkative, but that was usually a good thing since his natural self leaned more towards the quiet type in social situations. She just stood on the door and waited for him to get in past her. She seemed intent on leaving, like her boyfriend might be waiting downstairs, but she was polite. I trust you didn't have trouble finding it here? May I get you anything? Water? I think there's still some coffee... Thanks, I don't drink coffee, he smiled back. Oh, that's new. Most executives that come here are like drunk on coffee, at least the first time. Well, please excuse me. Be seeing you! She had turned around and let the door close behind herself before he had the chance to casually replay with yeah, sure. His highly polished shoes made a soft noise as he walked slowly to the armchair in the waiting room and sat down to do just that. He tapped the tablet to find the last page of the book he'd been reading, and hoped it wouldn't be too long. It was only then that he took the time to look around and take in the room.