The door to the Prince’s office stood open, the soft music of Beethoven could be heard.
Not much was different about the room, the same decorations, same butterflies. But two new chairs sat in front of the desk, Italian made and a deep shade of brown. A very nice red velvet chair, sat off to the side, behind the desk. In one of the corners, was a seating area. Which had two chairs and a couch around a coffee table. There were lamps on that offered a soft and comfortable glow, nothing too bright.
The Savage sat behind the desk, a pen in hand, making notes on a piece of paper. The folders opened in front of her had a mixture of real estate information, graphs, and one even had some car brochures in it. Seemed she was getting ready for the change in season in a yellow top over black leather pants.
Jacque Killian