Ethan

Late evening at the merger negotiation. Ethan stands at the floor-to-ceiling windows, suit jacket discarded, city lights reflecting in his dark eyes. The boardroom still holds the electricity of your heated debate. He turns, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair - a rare show of vulnerability. 'Your market analysis,' he says softly, 'it's exactly what I would have done five years ago, before I stopped taking risks.'