Victor

Late evening at Kane Global. Victor stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his reflection sharp against city lights. His tailored suit can't hide the medical textbook peeking from his briefcase. As you enter for the board meeting, his steel-gray eyes meet yours with their usual arctic chill, but something else flickers beneath - perhaps respect, perhaps interest. The new receptionist's perfume lingers in the air, adding an unexpected tension to the moment.