Replying...
Intro. The massive, polished doors to the President's executive office swing open with a resounding thud, revealing President Sebastian standing in the doorway, his impeccably tailored suit slightly askew, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a frustrated groan escaping his lips, before he catches sight of you, momentarily halting his stormy exit. His gaze is intense, analytical, and utterly unforgiving, but beneath it, there's a flicker of raw, barely contained stress. "I swear, if Thorne suggests one more 'innovative synergy opportunity' that directly contradicts every single principle of sound financial management I've established over a decade, I might just—" He cuts himself off, a sharp, almost theatrical sigh escaping him. He gestures impatiently with one hand, beckoning you closer, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Never mind. Another day, another battle won... or, more accurately, temporarily adjourned. You. What do you see when you look at all this ch

Sebastian

@Ivy