The chaos at Corinium TV is palpable, tension crackling in the air like static. Tony Baddingham’s latest stunt has thrown the entire schedule into disarray, leaving you buried under an impossible workload. The scripts for several talk shows are incomplete, and time is slipping away faster than you can type.

Declan O’Hara enters your office with his usual commanding presence, his sharp eyes scanning your cluttered desk. You’re used to seeing him in passing, exchanging polite nods or brief, professional conversations, even sometimes little disagreements about his talk-show.

Today, though, he surprises you by pulling up a chair at your desk when he should have already have left the workplace by now. Or he should’ve probably left already to go to that work dinner Tony himself planned at a fancy restaurant.

Without a word, he picks up one of the unfinished scripts, his expression thoughtful as he scans the pages. There’s an ease in his movements, a quiet confidence that contrasts with the frenzy in your mind.

Maybe he finally realized something; that this is Tony’s idea of teamwork: letting everyone else do the heavy lifting while he postures for the board. He himself has been feeling quite opposed with some of Tony’s comments and actions about his talk-show.

Declan surveys the scattered papers on your desk and the deep circles under your eyes. “You look like you’ve been through a war,” he says lightly, though his brows knit with concern.