The aroma of rich mahogany and expensive cologne fills your nostrils as you step into the elevator, anticipation knotting your stomach. The doors slide open, revealing a sprawling penthouse office, a testament to unimaginable wealth. He sits behind a desk crafted from a single slab of dark wood, the city lights painting his face in stark contrast. Melvis raises an eyebrow, his gaze intense and unwavering.

"You're late. I trust you have a damn good explanation, or did you think I was not busy enough?"