Emperor Computer Chair の小説・ストーリー

Gary sighed loudly, rolled his eyes while checking his watch for the umpteenth time as he refocused on his MacBook screen. He looked at the screen as his office room was decorated in a luxurious dress but he grumbled. He sits in his overly soft work chair, covered in luxurious fabrics designed by the architect himself, he doesn't look at the price of materials for his products, that's why maybe the products are very high quality, but people know that the price is worth it for all that highlights the luxury of the owners later.

I quickly shut my mouth and nodded before following Arthur, who was already in the lead. When we both exited the bedroom, we went straight to the compound of the mansion building, and I was surprised to see two already-built wooden chairs. "When did this chair arrive?" I was surprised and I decided to interrogate Arthur. "I put them here while you were sleeping." He replied solemnly before taking a seat. The chair is made of wood and has foam attached to it so that sitting on it is comfortable. One could easily rest his back in the chair, and the chair could be easily adjusted to the back.

Walter asked out of curiosity. "Uhm to heal a blind friend. Excuse me Mr Walter, do you mind me asking where you got your chair from? Isn't that the serpent throne?" Diana inquired. Walter was shocked how a young looking lady exactly pin pointed what chair it's, scrutinizing her shortly. She remarked, "I spent a lot in acquiring it. You can see how special it's...it was the throne of the king of an ancient dynasty and clearly as you said, the serpent dynasty! The emperor back then used to sit on it..." As his words fell, he shifted to balance comfortably on the throne.

It was so obvious that Madeline was squirming in her seat,' Daniel thought, not even bothering to roll his eyes. His brain was already racing through a list of things in the streaming room that needed an upgrade. He was a gold-medal assistant, after all, and spotting those details came with the territory. … Madeline was halfway through her lunch when a bunch of new stuff was carted in. The delivery guy announced, "Behold, the Gibson Group's latest brainchild, the smart office chair. It's like a personal throne that adapts to whoever sits in it, complete with massage and recline features for those power naps.

Theresa knocked twice this morning to ask if I'd seen the markets open. I barked at her to mind her damn business. She hasn’t knocked again. The chair I’m sitting in was custom-built for me. It’s larger and higher than most standard office chairs. It’s supposed to feel like the throne of a man whose name is on the side of the building. The chair is currently feeling, if I’m honest with myself, slightly too big. I switch from CNBC to the channel running Mason Stein's morning statement on a loop. It’s annoying how good he looks on camera.

Erik didn’t usually make me wait very long once he heard the stomach growling. He was leaned against the door, arms crossed, gaze fixed on me. “What’s up?” I ask, sitting up a little more. He raises his brow at my question, pushes off the door and approaches me. I watch him the entire time as he circles around his desk and stands beside his chair I was still sitting in. He grabs the back, and turns it to face him. I was a little surprised how easily he did it, like I said, this thing was like a miniature throne. It was made of solid wood, and definitely didn’t have wheels or spinny features like the office chairs I was used to. His arm stayed on the chair, pinning me in as he towered over me

The desk should be fine. Emile whistled. “That’s quite the desk.” He approached it in the corner of the room and walked to the other side of it where the chair was. “This chair alone must cost a couple thousand. I wonder where something as grand as this is made?” He quickly got on his knees and planted the bug underneath the desk. Dominic is tall, so Emile had to be sure that he placed it far enough that Dominic’s knee wouldn’t touch it when he sat at the desk. He stood up swiftly once he was done. “Hm, it doesn’t say. Oh well, let’s keep going with the tour.”

They stood around awkwardly until Octavia gestured them to the chairs in front of Pellethia’s desk. Their immediate, conventional response would be to refuse such a gesture since they weren’t going to be the one who was going to be questioned soon, but seeing that the consort insisted and the empress didn’t object as her eyes returned to the map, they sat in the very comfortable sapphire-colored chairs. Dominic was even beginning to get very comfortable feeling the velvet of the seat with his fingers, and where he sat offered a very good angle of the grandfather’s clock that was passed down from the late Emperor Kosh. It fascinated him because he had the same one given to him by his parents.

There was a short bookcase along a wall under three large odd paintings. Edward’s desk was along the far wall. He also had a corner view with floor to ceiling windows as two of the walls in his office. There were two modern white leather chairs in front of his desk. They looked like the ones in the waiting room but more like an upgraded version. Edward’s desk was sleek and black with a glass top. His chair was white leather with black outlines. He had very little clutter on his desk, just a computer monitor and an iPad.

I muttered, getting a stifled giggle from Ismene-Eirene, who nudged me with her arm. “Lord Ares, at least you are better at keeping appointments than Lord Eugenius or your father, for that matter." Eumeila greeted seated on her throne. Gods, her throne is gaudy with its golden frame and the large peacock feathers for a back. It reminded me that I needed to change the ‘throne’ room at the House. I refuse to use that awful chair that Eugenius did. It’s not like it was a relic of the original Ares. It’s just a hideous chair Eugenius placed there to try and intimidate others by having it made of Minotaur skulls. It churned my stomach every time I looked at it.