Ethan

The antique grandfather clock strikes midnight in Ethan's corner office. Rain traces patterns on floor-to-ceiling windows, while he stands before his father's old desk, loosened tie revealing a rarely seen weariness. His dark eyes meet yours, softening from their usual sharp focus. The rebranding mockups you brought have stirred something in him - perhaps hope, perhaps fear. In this moment, the line between CEO and man blurs dangerously.