The knock was rather unexpected, he assumed when Jaz had contacted him that she would simply walk in. Yet she hadn't. Clearing his throat, his voice did not get heard often. He didn't often speak. "Come in." The almost gentle baritone would have been heard through the door.
He sat at his desk, in the very same room that had greeted them upon arrival. Though any other day at any other time, should they open that very same door, it would have lead the two women into the hotel lobby. In fact should anyone else attempt to follow them within, that would be exactly where they would find themselves.
Two large wing-backed chairs were placed opposite the desk, just for their visit of course. The warm inviting fire still crackled in the hearth in the one corner. The moose head sat just above his head. The desk was slightly different, it was no longer waist high, it was the typical desk of high level management, or the CEO of a company. Stained in a deep rich mahogany. Upon the desk sat a computer screen, a leather ink blotter, a name plate bearing his name, a pewter cup sporting a dragon wound around it holding a group of ink pins. And an antiqued silver frame with a photo of a young blond haired woman, and an older redheaded woman-both baring very blue eyes. The pair were dressed in blue jeans and tee-shirts. Both looked very happy, smiling genuinely for the person behind the camera. The scenery behind them looked to be a park.
James was dressed in tailored three piece suit, black in color-including the silk shirt he wore beneath. The only color was the cobalt blue tie. Normally unruly wavy graying dark brown hair was brushed back, tamed with product no doubt. His elbows set upon the desk as they entered the room. A faint smile lingering over his lips.