"That's a great shot." His assistant praised him as he entered his office.
He was playing a mini-golf game, set up in his temporary office while working in this place. He would prefer a game on a beautiful golf course lawn, but it was office hours, and he had to pretend to be working.
He walked back to his table and sat on his chair to attend to his obligations while cooped up in these four corners of a room. At least, they had the decency to give him a good size office with a beautiful view.
"So, what do you have for me?" He asked his assistant, who he had given the task to collect information for him through their investigators and contacts.
He was not just going to sit down and allow them to control him like he was their damn puppet. Well, he was not slaving away for their benefit alone.
