The boardroom looked as it usually did spotless, well appointed, comfortable. Daymian had left the notepads and pens on the table in case people needed or wanted to exchange information or just to jot something down. Freshly iced lemonade was also sitting in a Carafe with the tumbler glasses as usual in case someone wished to taste. The flip charts Martha was so fond of had been folded up and moved to closet to be put back once their meeting was complete. Daymian stood in the room in his Dark Blue Silk button down shirt, dark blue slacks and sensible clubbing shoes running his fingers absently along the soft fabrics while looking the room over. The only additions he had added were a few roses here and there tastefully that took away some of the lemon smell as did the vanilla potpourri he had added for tonight. The doors to the boardroom were open inviting anyone invited to come in, the security at the bottom of the stairs would see to it that anyone who wasn’t invited would not come up.
The music carried easily up the stairs but Daymian knew once the doors were closed the room would be quiet and they wouldn’t be disturbed. His body fell into a natural rhythm to the beat of the music however and his fingers tapped at chords and both caused him to stop and smile a bit before giving in and doing a little dancing. He wanted to enjoy the moments before the other beasts came and he was ready to shove his down fast and hard once they did. But for now they could play, though he did watch the doorway.
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