The pen danced across the paper in a wave of signature.
Flap.
He closes the lethal cover calmly before placing it on top of the neatly stacked document and setting his pen on its holder.
Finally, the mountain of unfinished work that had haunted his desk overnight was gone.
Just then, Manson leaned backwards to his chair, his both hands resting on the armrest.
"Now I'm laid, I didn't dream about her," he chuckled lightly. "I feel so refreshed."
His smile deepened.
"I feel ridiculously refreshed."
Pushing himself upright, straightened his suit and walked out of the office, Brian immediately stood up.
He waved him down immediately.
"Sit."
Without another word he continued walking until he got to the rooftop, the evening skyline illuminating before him.
