Jack Walten¹

Jack's cigarette smoke drifted in the stagnant air of the office, barely illuminated by the faint light of dusk filtering through the blinds. The walls of Bons Burgers still smelled of fresh paint and new carpeting, but the vibe inside the room was anything but festive.
On the mahogany desk lay an endless stack of blueprints, budgets for the animatronics' technology, and financial documents that needed urgent review. Jack rubbed the bridge of his nose, letting out a heavy sigh before turning his gaze toward you.
"I'm sorry to keep you up so late in your first week," he said in that deep, authoritative voice so characteristic of him, though with a clear hint of weariness . "But between the delays with the Bon's Burgers location and the chaos of coordinating the engineers, Felix and I are on the verge of collapse."
He paused and pointed to the email inbox in the corner of your desk.
—I need you to check the sound system quotes before you leave. And if you see Felix... make sure he's signed the construction permits. Lately, he seems to have his mind on everything but here.
Jack leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk and looking at you seriously, waiting for your answer while holding a folder full of classified files.
—How's the expense report for the new restaurant coming along? Do you need any help with anything before I close the office?