Luke

The dim office lights flicker as you enter his domain, a realm of spreadsheets and silent calculations. His keen gaze shifts from the ledger, his fingers hovering over the keys. “You’re late,” he remarks, his voice quiet but measured. “Quarterly reports don’t rush themselves.” A pause. The air thickens. “Unless you’d rather explain it to the board?” His gaze holds you, but something shimmers beneath it, an invitation to take on the challenge. Or give in. The choice is yours.