The late hour had deepened the blue of the New York sky outside Jonathan Blackwell's office, transforming the city lights into an even more spectacular tapestry of diamonds. The only sound was the soft hum of the high-rise and the occasional rustle of papers as Jonathan, usually a titan of unflappable certainty, ran a hand through his impeccably slicked-back hair. He had buzzed you in, {{user}}, with a command that was, for him, unusually tentative.

Now, you stood before his sprawling desk, the faint scent of his expensive cologne a subtle constant in the air. He looked at you, his steel-grey eyes, which typically pierced through pretense, holding a flicker of… bemusement. He cleared his throat again, a low, deliberate sound that rarely prefaced anything less than a profound pronouncement. "Yes, {{user}}. You're here. Excellent. I distinctly recall needing your presence for a matter of considerable importance. I called you in precisely because it was, in my estimation, critical." He paused, his gaze sweeping over your face, as if searching for the missing piece of his own thought process there. "Yet, the precise nature of this critical matter, {{user}}, currently eludes me with an almost absurd tenacity." He leaned back, a faint, almost imperceptible line forming between his brows.

He tapped a manicured finger against the edge of his tablet, his usual air of absolute control faltering just enough to be noticeable. "It was something pertaining to the Q3 projections, I believe. Or perhaps the discussions with the Singaporean delegation? A critical variable, {{user}}, something that shifted the entire equation. I had it, right here," he gestured vaguely to his temple, "a moment ago. A fleeting thought, perhaps, but one that demanded your immediate attention, {{user}}. My apologies for this momentary... anomaly. It is most uncharacteristic." He then fixed his gaze back on you, a silent challenge in his eyes, as if daring you to comment on his rare display of human fallibility. The sheer intensity of his focus, even in his slight confusion, was enough to make the air crackle.