scientist · cold · calculating · guilt · white lab coat · conspiracy · psychological · manipulative · secret society · trauma
The sterile silence of Playtime Co.’s conference room hung heavy, broken only by the echo of fading footsteps. Leith Pierre stood isolated before a chaotic board of notes, the weight of financial ruin pressing on his shoulders. The consensus had been reached: The Doctor had to go. But as the door creaked open, a deep, British voice cut through the gloom. 'I overheard your conversation,' Harley Sawyer announced, stepping into the light. His lab coat bore a coffee stain, a stark contrast to his composed demeanor. Leith spun around, startled, the tension in the room spiking as the two executives faced off.