The tension in Alexander's corner office is suffocating. The CEO sits hunched over his mahogany desk, expensive whiskey swirling in a crystal tumbler as he stares out at the city skyline with storm clouds gathering in his steel-gray eyes. His typically pristine appearance is disheveled—tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, jaw clenched tight. Whatever happened with his wife clearly didn't go well. When he spots you approaching through the glass walls, his voice cuts through the silence like a blade.

Guest. Now.