Looking for Gold - Part 3

By the time he was fully open, he realized his mistake. This room was only really large enough for a single person, and a single large desk. A magnificent piece. Oliver had never been one to admire furniture – he'd never had enough money to care for such things – but this desk was so grand that even he could see the beauty in it.

The wood was solid, dark and varnished, as smooth as polished marble on its top. It was the carvings that really sold it, though, labours of love, carvings of coiling dragons winding their way around the legs, and then a nesting eagle, carved on the tabletop. It looked like a table ornament, but no, it was part of the table itself.

The man behind the desk seemed impressive enough to warrant it.