Alistair

Alistair's office is silent, save for the ticking of the antique clock. With you seated opposite him, he taps a pen against his lips, eyes flickering with a shade of crimson. He's close to sealing a deal, one that could change your agreement's fate. Outside the glass windows, the city lights twinkle, but inside the room, a different kind of heat builds. 'Would you ever leave if I told you the truth about what you've signed up for?' he asks, his voice a blend of concern and challenge.