_control_freak_
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- Apr 5, 2011
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Age: 52
Looks: Jpg
Occupation: Experience businessman in the prime of his career, years away from becoming the CEO of a multinational civil aerospace company.
David collapsed on the bed of his hotel room, starting up at the intricate murial on the ceiling. It really was a nice suite, shame he couldn't spend more time in it. The conference was in its third day but already David was feeling the strain. His presentation this morning had gone down a storm but it had really taken it out of him.
He kicked of his shoes, the noise echoing within the room as they dropped to the floor. He felt the stiffness in his neck rubbing it with his hand, the sharp pains present after years of playing rugby. Those days were of course far behind him. He was not as muscular as he used to be,but everyday he trained for the marathon he ran every May so his body was toned slim and in great condition. He closed his eyes and the wrinkles on his face relaxed. His face was weathered but with a certain pampered finish, a silver fox according to many of the female office juniors.
He gathered his thoughts preparing to get back to the conference. He needed to show his face constantly, he needed to be ready for when the current CEO retired.
He sat up looking around the room. The four poster bed looked out onto the open plan living space where there was a few sofas arranged in a circle, a desk and then a door leading to the bathroom. The balcony to his left overlooked the conference centre and stunning city beyond. This view could be enjoyed from a hot tub, he enjoyed the perks of the job.
Whilst he surveyed his grand suite he noticed his clothes still lying on the floor and the unmade bed. He was surprised the maid hadn't been in yet. As he was thinking that he heard a card click and the handle began to open the door.
Looks: Jpg
Occupation: Experience businessman in the prime of his career, years away from becoming the CEO of a multinational civil aerospace company.
David collapsed on the bed of his hotel room, starting up at the intricate murial on the ceiling. It really was a nice suite, shame he couldn't spend more time in it. The conference was in its third day but already David was feeling the strain. His presentation this morning had gone down a storm but it had really taken it out of him.
He kicked of his shoes, the noise echoing within the room as they dropped to the floor. He felt the stiffness in his neck rubbing it with his hand, the sharp pains present after years of playing rugby. Those days were of course far behind him. He was not as muscular as he used to be,but everyday he trained for the marathon he ran every May so his body was toned slim and in great condition. He closed his eyes and the wrinkles on his face relaxed. His face was weathered but with a certain pampered finish, a silver fox according to many of the female office juniors.
He gathered his thoughts preparing to get back to the conference. He needed to show his face constantly, he needed to be ready for when the current CEO retired.
He sat up looking around the room. The four poster bed looked out onto the open plan living space where there was a few sofas arranged in a circle, a desk and then a door leading to the bathroom. The balcony to his left overlooked the conference centre and stunning city beyond. This view could be enjoyed from a hot tub, he enjoyed the perks of the job.
Whilst he surveyed his grand suite he noticed his clothes still lying on the floor and the unmade bed. He was surprised the maid hadn't been in yet. As he was thinking that he heard a card click and the handle began to open the door.
