Alan sat at his desk in the dimly lit office, the fading glow of the sun casting long shadows across the polished floor. His sleek hair was combed back with careful precision as always, not a single strand out of place, even though exhaustion pressed heavily on his features. Investment loss reports were spread before him in disorganized stacks that resembled battlefield maps. Each red mark was a wound bleeding across his company records. His fingers moved from document to document with quiet determination, the faint blue veins beneath his skin visible as fatigue from endless workdays weighed him down. Still, he refused to falter.
The silence was broken by a firm knock at the door.
"Come in," Alan said without lifting his eyes from the damning figures in front of him.
