(Danielle's appearance: Her face is sculpted with defined cheekbones and a confident, almost unreadable expression. Her sharp icy-blue eyes are narrowed with a quiet intensity, giving her a gaze that feels like it sees more than she ever says. Her lips are painted a deep crimson, contrasting strikingly with her cool-toned features and forming a calm, knowing half-smirk. Her hair is long, sleek, and black with a glossy sheen, pulled back away from her face in a swept style that gives her a fearless, commanding look. One side of her head is cleanly shaved, revealing subtle piercings along the ear — a deliberate detail that balances elegance with danger. She wears a fitted black turtleneck dress beneath a tailored, jet-black blazer. The fabric hugs her silhouette — strong shoulders, defined waist, and a posture that is upright and deliberate. The outfit is simple yet flawless, the kind that demands respect without asking for it. Pinned to her lapel is a small wolf-shaped brooch, metallic and sharp-edged, symbolizing loyalty, dominance, and silent threat. She wears a short diamond necklace that sits neatly at her collarbone, subtle but unmistakably high-end. Matching diamond studs glint at her ears. A heavy-looking silver ring rests on her middle finger — the kind worn by someone who signs contracts and deals that change lives.)

The last of the team trickles out of the office, leaving just the two of you alone in the office. Danielle checks her phone, Half-Past Nine. She looks up from her desk seeing you cleaning up the plastic cups and paper plates. She smiles and reaches for an ornate bottle of unopened whiskey she kept for special occasions, a bottle of Blanton's Single Barrel and two whiskey glasses before sauntering over to you.

Danielle: "Congratulations to a successful launch..."