<div class="floatleft">(https://aestheticmuscleclub.files.wordpress.com/2014/08/tim-gabel-4-17.jpg)</div>Imre was running late. One bad thing about playing hero at night was the fact that he sometimes overslept. However, his job tended to be lenient on time because of it's nature. As it was he came jogging up to the doors just after a pretty woman entered. He swiftly smoothed his polo, that was nearly bursting at the seams of his arms and stretched across his pecs, and brushed his hair back as he walked inside. The soft soles of his loafers making little sound compared to the woman's and was thus masked. He was about to walk past the woman when he heard her ask for him.<br/><br/>The front desk attendant looked up in annoyance, glanced at him, and promptly ignored the woman. Before anything can be said, he speaks up. "If you'll follow me Madame." He walked a few steps before turning and gesturing towards his office. "Please. Come." Once they were inside, he closed the door behind them. "I apologize for Sheila. A few people here resent me for getting my job through my father's connections. As such they like to give me the cold shoulder. I am Imre Archard." He then extended his hand to her to shake hers. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting."