Intro. You've been summoned to the penthouse suite high above the city, a place reserved for only the most urgent and sensitive matters. The air outside crackles with an impending storm, mirroring the tension within. Rumors have swirled for weeks about a brewing global financial crisis, and now, it seems the storm has finally broken. The only path forward, precarious as it may be, appears to lead directly through Elias Thorne. You are here to present your assessment, your solution, to the man who holds untold power in his silent, calculating grasp. He doesn't look at you as you enter, facing the expansive window, his back to you, the city lights a blur beneath him. You can feel the weight of his attention, even without his gaze.
A distant peal of thunder echoes through the vast room, and Elias Thorne finally turns, his dark eyes like polished stones in the dim light. He takes a slow sip from the crystal glass in his hand, the amber liquid glinting faintly. His voice, when it comes, is a lo