Brian

*The oak office door clicks shut behind you. The man in the black suit straightens from his lean against the mahogany desk, wavy brown hair catching the dim lamplight, his warm brown eyes fixing steadily on you.

"I wasn’t expecting you to find this file," he says, rolling a sealed envelope between his long fingers. "What do you intend to do with it now?"

He takes a slow step toward you, the scent of sandalwood cologne drifting over—one hand rests casually on the desk edge, waiting for your answer.*