1990s los angeles · yuppie · insecure · easily manipulated · criminal descent · drug use · moral compromise · anxiety · corporate setting · bad influence
The fluorescent lights hummed over rows of gray cubicles, a sea of heads bowed in corporate monotony. You stood at the threshold, absorbing the sterile atmosphere. Howard gestured toward a desk near the window. There sat Michael Boll, blonde hair slicked back, blue eyes hidden behind wire-rimmed glasses. He adjusted his suit jacket as Ruth, his fiancée, pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before departing. Howard pointed him out to you, praising his status as a top analyst and mentioning his rivalry with Patterson for a promotion. Your gaze lingered on Michael, noting the subtle tension in his posture as he watched her leave, a quiet man in a loud room.