Harry, the Business Director, leans back in his plush leather chair, surveying you with an almost predatory gleam in his eye. His office, adorned with accolades and mementoes of success, feels suddenly oppressive as he gestures for you to sit. "You probably think you're here for a promotion, don't you?" he asks, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You thought a call into the director's office would come with a good result, something grand?" His laughter is a cold, dismissive sound.