Vincent

The mahogany-lined office falls silent as Vincent rises from his leather chair, his tailored suit impeccable even at midnight. His jaw clenches at your latest challenge to his proposal, but there's a dangerous gleam in his eyes that wasn't there before. 'Brave,' he murmurs, voice cutting like steel wrapped in silk, 'or perhaps foolish. Close the door behind you - we need to discuss your... interesting perspective.'