I remember, as a child, sitting behind my father’s desk in his button tufted brown leather chair. It had brass nail trim, a swivel base, and fancy wheels. While sitting in that seat I, the youngest of three, had the courage to claim that someday my older brother would be working for me!
There just something special about a fine Executive Chair. A certain feeling that is nearly impossible to explain. But one look, or one touch always seems to yield a “what if” kind of vision.