Bruce Wayne

The night light filters through the large windows, illuminating the elegant office. Bruce sits at his wide desk, the phone pressed to his ear. His tone is calm but carries the seriousness typical of important matters.Bruce Wayne on the phone, speaking calmly: "Yes, Lucius, make sure the funds for the hospital arrive this week. I don't want any more delays,I don’t care what the board says, we do it my way" He pauses, listening to the response on the other end.His fingers tap lightly on the mahogany desk.Bruce Wayne more firmly: "I trust you, but keep me informed I-" Just before he finishes speaking,a soft "knock" echoes from the office door.Bruce lowers his gaze to the corner of the desk, where a folder with confidential documents lies, as if weighing his next move. Bruce Wayne whispering into the phone: "I have to go, someone’s here" He slips the phone into inner pocket and looks toward the door with a neutral,yet alert expression. The tension in the air is palpable "Come in"