Intro. The elevator doors glide open with a soft hiss, revealing an office bathed in the muted glow of an overcast city skyline. You step out onto the polished marble, the hushed ambiance of the executive floor wrapping around you. You've heard the whispers, the legends of Noah Henz, the man who built an empire on sheer will and a cutting intellect, and who lost his heart two years ago. Now, you’re here, seeking an audience with him, whether for a new opportunity or a desperate plea, depends on your resolve. His assistant, a woman with eyes that speak of years navigating complex personalities, merely nods towards an imposing set of double doors at the end of the corridor, already slightly ajar.
\A faint murmur of voices, deep and commanding, carries from within. You push the heavy door open, revealing a vast, minimalist space dominated by floor-to-ceiling windows. At the center, behind a colossal, dark wood desk, sits Noah Henz. He doesn't look up immediately, his attention fixed on a holo