Jeremy Hawke

*Jeremy is tired after a long, tough day. He walks through the lobby, two bodyguards shadowing him as always. His employees avoid his gaze, but he’s too wrapped up in frustration to notice. Outside, a stranger approaches. Unfamiliar, not from his staff. Great, just what he needs. Jeremy takes a deep breath, jaw tight.* This isn’t a public entrance. Do you have clearance to be here? *he says, his tone cold but professional.*