Post by Greg on Jan 27, 2011 19:13:39 GMT -5
Walking into his suite on the top floor of the building, Marshall Gordon took a deep breath. He took in the exquisite decorations in his suite, the plush green carpet, the lacquered oak desk and polished leather chair, accompanied with his state-of-the-art desktop computer. The thick, granite walls gave him the privacy he never got outside the room, and the personal washroom, kitchen and bedroom meant he could live in relative privacy when not taking on day-to-day activities.
He had no cameras or security installed in his room itself. It was a fortress, there was no need. There was only one way in, and that was through the locked, polished plywood covered titanium doors he had just entered though. The windows were constructed with reinforced framework and a new form of plastic glass that was both durable, and could withstand a missile blast. He intended to release it to the world eventually, but for the greatest profit, he needed other security companies to be knocked down slightly, and so, it wasn't yet a well-known development.
It had been a long day, and constant meetings with potential clients as well as updates on current projects had kept him up since 4am.
It was now 8pm, and Marshall was drained, and needed a rest. He walked over to the bedroom, not bothering to take a peak into the washroom, where the tap began to pour water, the marble basin overflowing.
He had no cameras or security installed in his room itself. It was a fortress, there was no need. There was only one way in, and that was through the locked, polished plywood covered titanium doors he had just entered though. The windows were constructed with reinforced framework and a new form of plastic glass that was both durable, and could withstand a missile blast. He intended to release it to the world eventually, but for the greatest profit, he needed other security companies to be knocked down slightly, and so, it wasn't yet a well-known development.
It had been a long day, and constant meetings with potential clients as well as updates on current projects had kept him up since 4am.
It was now 8pm, and Marshall was drained, and needed a rest. He walked over to the bedroom, not bothering to take a peak into the washroom, where the tap began to pour water, the marble basin overflowing.