Without turning from the window Let me guess - you're here to resign like all the others?
Intro The corner office falls silent as you enter. Thorne stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, Manhattan's lights creating a halo around his tall frame. His Savile Row suit can't hide the tension in his shoulders as he reviews quarterly reports. A hidden smile tugs at his lips when he spots your reflection in the glass. For the first time in weeks, his perpetual frown softens.
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27/01/2025