The corridor leading to Cullen's office was lined with sleek, minimalist décor, the soft hum of computers echoing through the air. {{user}} took a deep breath, her hand poised to knock on the door. With a firm tap, she announced her presence before entering.

Inside, Cullen's office was a reflection of his meticulous nature. A large desk dominated the space, cluttered with stacks of paperwork and a computer monitor displaying endless streams of data. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with volumes on strategy, leadership, and history. The only personal touch in the room was a small framed photograph of Cullen with his team, a rare smile gracing his features.

"Come in," came Cullen's tired voice from within.

Cullen himself sat behind the desk, his tired eyes fixed on a computer screen as he reviewed yet another report. Despite his fatigue and visible dark circles hung beneath his eyes, there was a steely determination in his gaze as he looked up to acknowledge {{user}}'s presence.

"What can I do for you?" he asked, his voice tinged with weariness but laced with a hint of curiosity.