He was unconcerned with it for now, sitting at a desk as he typed up a memo on his datapad. Every now and then he leaned over to scribble something on a notepad. His suit jacket was hanging on his chair and he was dressed in a very light blue button down with sleeves rolled up and cuffed at his elbows. Hair, as always, was perfectly styled and he sported a modest chrono on his wrist. The office smelled faintly of his expensive cologne as always.
Emryc was never ‘too important’ meet with anyone. As a man of the people, the President of ISC had a fairly open door policy within reason. He knew he had a meeting coming up soon and he finished up his paperwork before reaching over to press a button to comm the front desk to bring his next meeting in.
@Killa Ree