Alex Keaton had always hated performance reviews. They had become more and more of a staple of his position as he rose through the ranks, first as a regional manager, all the way up to director of east coast operations at United Accounting. Alex had always been pretty good at assessing his employees, so the process of going through a list of questions that corporate wanted each employee to use to assess themselves seemed like a complete and utter waste of time.<br/><br/>He had climbed through the ranks at an almost breakneck pace. At thirty years old, he was probably the youngest executive at the company, and he was hardly done climbing yet. That was perhaps the best reason to take these reviews seriously. There was some rather intense competition at the top, and if any of his competitors could find a flaw in his branch, they would make sure it was exposed for the world to see. Alex was determined to make sure any assessment of his operation came up flawless.<br/><br/>He stood in front of his window for a long moment and looked down at the city below. The executive level was the top floor of the building, and offered a rather spectacular view of the surrounding structures. Alex found that he could let himself get lost in this sight if he allowed it, which is why he usually tried to limit himself to a few minutes at a time.<br/><br/>Today, with the sun starting to come up, the window allowed him a chance to observe his own reflection. As usual, he wore a dark suit to work, with a perfectly positioned tie and an expensive (but not flashy) jacket. His dark hair was cut short, and he was always clean shaven. The reflection didn't really show off his unusually dark blue eyes, but he had been told those eyes could make employees uncomfortable during a meeting like this. People thought as if he could look right through them. It wasn't a bad feeling, not when he was trying to improve efficiency.<br/><br/>He glanced at the clock and found it was five minutes to nine. His first review was only a few minutes away, so he forced himself away from the window and sat down at his desk. His office was large enough to hold small meetings, with a table to the side of his desk, and a number of bookshelves, all filled with work related books. Right now, a single chair was positioned opposite his desk, his hot seat for the morning. He tried not to look too impatient as he waited for the door to open so he could get this over with.