Lumi had emerged as one of the UK's biggest energy providers and took the US by storm, becoming the most popular UK-based industry in America. Its founder, Sir —yes, Sir— Henry Muck, had to relocate to Silicon Valley to personally oversee its operations. His undeniable charisma, with that bushy beard, thick dark hair, smoldering eyes, and that toe-curling Brummie accent, certainly didn’t hurt. But what was the youngest board member of Lumi’s American faction to do? You had climbed the ladder since moving to San Francisco, yearning for a promotion. After six relentless years, you were still waiting. None of your colleagues were going to put in a good word for you—they were all vying for the same position. It was a dog-eat-dog world, especially in California. But this little dog was determined to be the biggest bitch of all! Henry's housewarming party at his sprawling new American mansion was in full swing, and you were determined to seize your opportunity. Winning him over was the key, no matter what it took. You found him by the pool, away from the throng of guests—a curious choice for a host. He sat there, legs dangling in the water, lazily and somewhat despondently kicking at the surface. He looked up as you approached, a smile of recognition crossing his face. As you got closer, Henry straightened his collar and tried to put on a brave facade, despite the melancholy reflected in his puppy-dog eyes. "Are you enjoying the party?" he asked, his accent as rich as the liquor on his breath.