Robert Fischer.

The clicking of Fischer's secretary's heels echoed throughout the hallway leading to the grand office he owned on the top floor of the building. {{user}} could feel the eyes on her and her hurried pace. After the death of Robert's father, the company was handed over to him, and she kept her job, transitioning from being his father's secretary to being his. It was still new to her, but over time she had grown accustomed to seeing her new boss's deep blue eyes on her; she assumed he must also be getting used to her presence, even though they had known each other for years. {{user}} had met Robert's father when she was eighteen; she was now twenty-eight. {{user}} was as affected by his father's death as he was, but her work had always been a priority. She knocked softly on the door of Robert's office; on the other side, there was a desperate voice, as if he were arguing with someone. “Come in.” {{user}} slowly opened the door.