Emperor Computer Chair Novels & Stories

An hour later inside the throne room ten sets of chairs were readied as the following people came in. The last one to arrive was the Emperor. It seemed that he was still in the mourning period as he wore a white satin adorned by golfen jewelries so it won't look so plain. He sat on the throne while a man who looked exactly like him stood beside him holding a book. "Let's proceed." The emperor offered a low hum in agreement and lifted his hands towards his chin sitting lazily to the throne. The man had this air of laid back second generation as he sat there with his eyes close while the other do the talking.

" I said. The place was huge and was painted all white with glass everywhere. I loved it. I walked to the table, admiring everything in my wake. And grazed my fingers on the table. It was squeaky clean. "This is so nice" I squealed. I sat down in the ergonomic chair provided. There was a tablet mounted on the side of the table with a keyboard attached to it and to the other side was a monitor. Shawn gave me a macbook pro prior to the meeting and that was the laptop i was going to use because quite frankly, it was not going to get any better than this.

Oliver I hit the enter key hard enough to make the laptop screen wobble. Chana doesn’t even blink, her eyes glued to her own monitor. "If you crack the casing on that, you can explain it to Kir." "The hardware is fine," I snap. My right leg is bouncing. It’s been bouncing for the last hour. The dining chairs in this rental are made of some kind of unyielding, ridiculously expensive antique wood, and sitting on them is an exercise in applied torture.

Their eyes brightened as soon as they lay down… “Hey! I have to say that it’s really very comfortable in here. It’s just like a massage chair!” “That’s right! I have an idea. Why don’t we open a massage parlor instead? Look at our boss’s design! This massage chair is so ergonomic, and it stretches the back. It’s really comfortable!”

He extends his arm with his hand flipped over toward the two chairs across from a large ornate, mahogany executive desk. My legs feel like lead weights from all the walking I’ve done in the last week. As I lower myself onto the oversized plush leather armchair, my legs, feet, and ass feel immediate relief. The arms of the chair are rolled and plush with extra padding while the high back is tufted, also with extra padding. Being barely 5’1’’ and a hundred pounds soaking wet, this chair practically swallows me, it’s divine. I look up at the high vaulted ceiling to a multiple tiered crystal chandelier.

"Well, I've been watching you. And no matter how strong and brave I know you are, those damn wheelchairs look like they sink you down, like a bad mattress, you know? It's like they swallow you, make you smaller… I hate that." "That's a very special chair," Alexandra said, realizing that in it, a person would sit comfortably but also more upright, with more freedom of movement. It even allowed the user to go up and down stairs without help. "I saw one chair inspired by Audi, and Toyota made another that looks like a mini spaceship," Scott explained. "So I was thinking—why not us? I mean, we've got the technology, we've got excellent car designers, so why not make our own Diamond Fast version,

Elena found her dad was taking a seat behind a set of sofa with soft ivory leathered color. The lightning inside the room came clear but not too bright, with a big screen from each room camera and entrance access next to Emir’s working desk. She was amazed the lightning coming in more natural way, through the open space separate with some big window glasses. There were some lampshades made from wooden materials. Emir was sitting on a swiveled chair and monitoring the big screen. He asked Elena and Brandon to seat themselves on the sofa.

Now I must say my life is a mess since dad flew away they treated me differently they show their true colors, this mansion is full of traitors granddad and dad are right they are only nice to me because my granddad and dad is always there to protect me. Not until I meet him, his cold and emotionless dark blue eyes, his stern, serious and cold baritone voice, and his dangerous aura that may make you fall on your feet. But I didn’t get scared on him I just smiled at him. He has a Greek god well sculpted face those dark blue eyes of him are so beautiful even though it has no emotions on it he has a well tall build figure towering me. He is No other than the EMPEROR of business world, Zhane Zach

Screw the chair, chair is business, sofa is pleasure. "Mr Lewis, I wasn't expecting you." She looks at me from the desk. "You told me to keep checking in and updating you remember." I smile and act like a gentleman. "So I did, I forgot that part." She doesn't move, just looks at me. I guess I will try a new approach. "I wanted to apologise in person. I would say that wasn't me, but it really was and would be a lie." We both laugh and she nods. "Are you due a break soon?" I don't want her at the desk.