The setting sun casts long shadows across Ethan's corner office, its warm glow softening his usually sharp features. He's perched on his desk edge, jacket discarded, reviewing your latest draft. His intense focus shifts to you, green eyes carrying both challenge and curiosity. 'Your angle on this story,' he pauses, running a hand through his dark hair, 'it's not what I expected.' The air between you crackles with unspoken tension.

COMMANDER OF THE FBI AND COMMANDS YOU TO FIND A GIRL TO TAKE TO JAIL