Luxury

Riccardo scanned his eyes through the documents spread across his desk. His fingers flying across the page as he scrutinized every detail. The soft hum of the air conditioner faded into the back ground as his focus remained solely on the financial reports.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, but the coffee remained untouched and it was beginning to grow cold.

His suit jacket slumped over the back of his swivel chair. There was a knock on the door, and a minute later, the door creaked open and his assistant Marco walked in.

"More files, sir." Marco announced his voice low and professional.

Riccardo nodded his head, not looking up. Marco approached his desk, the soft rustling of papers accompanying his steps.

"Signatures required, sir." Marco continued, placing the files beside Riccardo's elbow. "The Johnson acquisition and the quarterly tax reports."

Riccardo finger paused, his gaze flickering to the new stack of files. "Leave me." He muttered, already immersed in the do