I leaned back in my leather chair, my fingers steepled beneath my chin, watching as They paced in front of my desk. I knew They were feeling the weight of the world resting squarely on Their shoulders, and frankly, They had every reason to be nervous.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” I asked, my tone flat but laden with the gravity of the situation. It was a simple question, yet it hung in the air, ripe with implications.

“Listen,” I continued, leaning forward, my elbow resting on the desk, “the world we live in doesn’t forgive mistakes. You think they’ll turn a blind eye? This isn’t some game you can restart when you mess up. We deal with real consequences.”