The city skyline stretched out before us, the glow of office lights reflecting the cold steel of the buildings. I leaned back in my chair, watching you approach my desk, the faint sound of your heels clicking against the polished floor.

"You've made a mistake," I said, my voice low and steady, but with an edge that suggested consequences.

I motioned for you to take a seat, watching you carefully as you did. "Let's discuss it, shall we?"

There was no need for anger, just a calm, measured approach to resolve the issue—and perhaps something more.