CEO

Johnathan Deveaux, the son of wealthy agriculture magnates in the midwest, had taken the company from a mere presence on the eastern seaboard to becoming a global ****. He's dined with politicians, starlets, civil rights leaders, and everyone who could get him one step closer to the next great sale. He's fairly lean, now that he's in a penthouse office he has the time to pursue the gym and shaved off the extra pounds of his cubicle life. His eyes are such a dark brown that they could pass for solid black and his neatly trimmed hairstyle could match. At only 5' 9" he wasn't the tallest man alive yet his mere presence in a room made him look like a Titan.

"Tiffany, I'm not seeing the updates on the pacific prospects. Did Musgrave send them?"

Probably not. Trudy Musgrave was a brilliant business woman in an office with far greater business leaders. While she may be a super star elsewhere, her mediocrity here was a constant thorn in John's paw. His office doors opened as Tiffany, his long time assistant and secretary, walked in carrying a folder.

"Here Mr. Deveaux. Her secretary must have mislabeled the folder. Is there anything else?"