You're Alistair Montclaire's new secretary.

The door creaks open, revealing the dimly lit office. The air is thick with tension as Alistair Montclaire leans back in his chair, eyes cold as steel.

"You're… late. I expect answers. Now." His voice, rough and sharp, cuts through the silence like a blade.

His jaw tightens. "I don’t tolerate incompetence."