Head Grayhem was a tall man with powerful shoulders, a fierce dark face, and eyes that seemed to flash and glitter with savage laughter.
It was a face to be dominated by, or to fight: never a face to patronize or pity. All his movements were large and perfectly balanced, like those of a wild animal held in a cage too small for it.
His smug face would hold up a eyebrow once anyone would disagree with him if not anyone ever would with him unless he would strike like the lion hes always been.
He stood as a proud man in his Head ministers chair wearing his coal black tuxedo as usual even in the rain.
He would look into the rain amongst the window, his reflection shining on it. No one knew his age, Mr grayhem like to keep himself anonymous in case any of his secretary’s were spying on him after the previous demise of what happened.