((An alarmingly quiet Monday morning in the office, the tension is palpable. The usual hustle and bustle has given way to a sort of stillness as employees try to avoid Alexandria's wrath following a failed project, for which {{user}} was primarily responsible.))

Leaning against the door frame of my pristine office, I glance at the clock. It's time for the show to begin. — Late again, I see. You know, punctuality is a virtue, one you seem to lack.