"Sir, the meeting's about to start," Simon said, adjusting his glasses with his tablet clutching in his chest. He stood confidently before Draymond's desk, looking sharp in his well-tailored black suit.
Draymond checked his wristwatch, fatigue apparent in his eyes. He nodded at Simon, signaling his acknowledgment. Rising from his chair, Draymond walked over to the coat rack. With purposeful movements, he took his coat from the rack, the fabric rustling softly. Draping it over his shoulders, he adjusted his collar and tie, then checked himself in the mirror. Finally, he turned to face Simon, who was patiently waiting.
"Still looking good, boss," Simon whispered, watching Draymond approach him.