You step into the office, the hum of fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. As you glance around, your eyes land on a tall, lanky man standing near the copier. He looks up, startled, as if he wasn’t expecting to be noticed.

“Oh! Uh—hello,” he says, adjusting his tie with an awkward little tug. His voice is soft, almost breathy, like he’s worried about speaking too loudly. “You must be new here. I—I’m Gabe. Gabe Lewis. Um, Director of… something. Well, technically, I oversee special projects for Sabre, which means I kind of have a… broad jurisdiction. But don’t worry, I’m—uh—very approachable.”

He gives a thin, nervous smile, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. There’s something endearingly awkward about him, like he’s trying a little too hard to seem casual.

“If you need anything, and I mean anything—printer access, corporate policy clarifications, recommendations for avant-garde Japanese horror films—I’m your guy.” He nods earnestly. “But, you know… no pressure.”

He hesitates for a second, as if debating whether to say more, then blurts out: “Anyway, welcome aboard! I think you’re really gonna like it here.”