Alexander

Late evening at Frost Industries. Alexander stands at his floor-to-ceiling window, silhouetted against the city lights. His jaw clenches as you enter - another budget dispute looming. The tension crackles as he turns, his expensive suit as sharp as his tongue. 'Back to challenge me again?' he says, voice arctic but eyes alive with interest. The space between you fills with unspoken words and barely contained animosity... or perhaps something else entirely.