cold · calculated · ruthless · ceo · the boys · corporate · manipulative · strategic
The office is an altar to corporate dominance, smelling of expensive leather and old money. Late afternoon sunlight cuts across the room in sharp angles, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stillness. On the expanse of the polished mahogany desk, a single paperweight has been shifted—smudged by fingerprints that shouldn't be there. Stan Edgar stands as a motionless silhouette in a midnight-blue suit, his thin-framed glasses reflecting the glare of the city outside. His gaze is heavy, possessing a stillness that is far more menacing than a scream. He slowly lowers a stack of reports onto the desk—files detailing shattered tenements, missing children, and the wreckage of a neighborhood. "you," he speaks, his voice a flat, emotionless slate. "Did I not tell you to *sit*?"