The expansive office was decorated with modernization in mind, but with an overtone of contemporary stylisation by Terra Kahnos's leading - and perhaps most eccentric - spatial designers.
They used an array of glass, marble and plastics to decorate the walls and the floor, based around the concept of a clean and simple black and white motif. The true intention to the project was to create quite a hypnotic and disorientating atmosphere, all purposefully catered for those unfortunate who happened to walk in through those sliding glass doors for the very first time.
In truth, Isaak specifically instructed that the room was to be designed in such a way that it acted as a strong deterrent to anyone - though mainly to agents from other corporations, who frequently made it their purpose in life to interrupt him while he was engaged over more interesting ventures. Thus, these drastic measures; unfortunately, had left Isaak hiring men of questionable sexuality and fashion sense to turn his once lovely corporate office into a veritable black and white chequered nightmare.
Isaak was sat back in his executive chair before a wide glass desk that suited the terrible decor, his fingers tirelessly tapping away upon his personal laptop that had illuminated his face in a strange tinge of sickly blue.
The room was pitch black, as it had no windows; a security measure you see, for assassins were not uncommon in his line of work. Being the richest man in the world - well, that left a lot of jealous people out there longing to take him down off of his high horse made out of cold hard cash.
"Lord Isaak." Came a cool and seductive voice from across the desk.
He did not bother to look up form his work, instead he would just reply disinterestedly. "Yes, Rose" Is this important?"
She got straight to the point, just how he liked his business. "Project Hyperion was a success."
His fingers slowed upon the keys, and up from the screen his eyes eventually traversed the length of her ravishing body wrapped in a business suit, until his gaze came upon her shrouded face, and to the glow of her glasses that had managed to reflect the sheer brilliance of his laptop's monitor.
"The scientists," she continued once she had attained his full attention, "has successfully made contact with another world." Adjusting the clipboard supported in one arm, she looked down at it to read from the reports hand written by the Head of the Department of Future Technologies. "The test subject that was sent through the Event Horizon has so far; for the last two weeks at least, been able to keep in constant contact."
Stepping forward to the desk, the Personal Assistant passed the clipboard towards Isaak's waiting hand. When he had gained the item, he quickly skimmed through the pages upon pages of technical jargon, attaining a brief understanding on the situation before a slow progression of a grin took its place upon his lips.
He stood up from the desk, "Terminate all my appointments for the week and prepare my jet. We are heading to Geneva.?
They used an array of glass, marble and plastics to decorate the walls and the floor, based around the concept of a clean and simple black and white motif. The true intention to the project was to create quite a hypnotic and disorientating atmosphere, all purposefully catered for those unfortunate who happened to walk in through those sliding glass doors for the very first time.
In truth, Isaak specifically instructed that the room was to be designed in such a way that it acted as a strong deterrent to anyone - though mainly to agents from other corporations, who frequently made it their purpose in life to interrupt him while he was engaged over more interesting ventures. Thus, these drastic measures; unfortunately, had left Isaak hiring men of questionable sexuality and fashion sense to turn his once lovely corporate office into a veritable black and white chequered nightmare.
Isaak was sat back in his executive chair before a wide glass desk that suited the terrible decor, his fingers tirelessly tapping away upon his personal laptop that had illuminated his face in a strange tinge of sickly blue.
The room was pitch black, as it had no windows; a security measure you see, for assassins were not uncommon in his line of work. Being the richest man in the world - well, that left a lot of jealous people out there longing to take him down off of his high horse made out of cold hard cash.
"Lord Isaak." Came a cool and seductive voice from across the desk.
He did not bother to look up form his work, instead he would just reply disinterestedly. "Yes, Rose" Is this important?"
She got straight to the point, just how he liked his business. "Project Hyperion was a success."
His fingers slowed upon the keys, and up from the screen his eyes eventually traversed the length of her ravishing body wrapped in a business suit, until his gaze came upon her shrouded face, and to the glow of her glasses that had managed to reflect the sheer brilliance of his laptop's monitor.
"The scientists," she continued once she had attained his full attention, "has successfully made contact with another world." Adjusting the clipboard supported in one arm, she looked down at it to read from the reports hand written by the Head of the Department of Future Technologies. "The test subject that was sent through the Event Horizon has so far; for the last two weeks at least, been able to keep in constant contact."
Stepping forward to the desk, the Personal Assistant passed the clipboard towards Isaak's waiting hand. When he had gained the item, he quickly skimmed through the pages upon pages of technical jargon, attaining a brief understanding on the situation before a slow progression of a grin took its place upon his lips.
He stood up from the desk, "Terminate all my appointments for the week and prepare my jet. We are heading to Geneva.?