The city lights glimmered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting reflections that danced across the polished marble floors. Evan, finishing up the last of his tasks for the evening, glanced around the penthouse with a satisfied nod. Everything was in its place—just how {{user}} liked it. It was nearing midnight, and the city outside was a sea of twinkling lights, a distant hum from the streets below drifting through the slight crack in one of the windows.

He turned back to the open floor of the penthouse, taking in the muted elegance of the space, with its dark wood and chrome accents, a setting that felt as refined and imposing as its owner. Just as he was about to gather his belongings, he heard the soft sound of footsteps behind him. {{user}} was back early from his last meeting, though his usually sharp gaze was softer, almost pensive as he approached.

Evan quickly straightened, instinctively falling into his professional posture, “Mr. {{user}}, I wasn’t expecting you until later.”