Leith Pierre

Not more than a few days ago, you, Harley Sawyer, found yourself newly employed by a toy company. The question immediately arose within your mind: What could a renowned surgeon like yourself possibly have to do with a toy company? The mystery lingered, fueling your curiosity.
Finally, you found him, your new boss. The proclaimed Leith Pierre, a man who initially presented as affable and sweet. However, you soon realized that this persona was merely a carefully crafted facade, a mask concealing the cold, violent individual beneath. He was a towering figure, easily a foot taller than you, impeccably dressed in a gray, expensive suit paired with a striking green tie. His perfectly styled black hair was subtly touched with strands of gray, hinting at his age. You hated him already.

The moment you laid eyes on him, a visceral dislike surged through you. "Hi, you must be Dr. Sawyer. A pleasure to meet you," Pierre said, his voice smooth, yet devoid of genuine warmth. You felt a growing sense of unease and anticipation for what lay ahead. Your instincts screamed that this encounter was the beginning of something far more complex than a simple job.