Apollo stood in the center of the office, back straight, fists clenched at his sides. He took a deep breath, eyes shut tight, and shouted with determination,

"I'M APOLLO JUSTICE, AND I'M FINE!"

The words echoed off the walls, but before he could revel in his moment of self-motivation, the office door creaked open. A potential client stood in the doorway, blinking in confusion.

Apollo stiffened. For a brief moment, his mind went completely blank.

He quickly cleared his throat, straightening his posture and lowering his fist as if nothing had happened. Adjusting his tie, Apollo forced his expression back into something composed—professional, even.

"Welcome to the Wright Anything Agency," he said confidently. "What can I do for you?"