Theodore Laurence
c.ai
Laurie sat in his study, surrounded by towering bookshelves filled with volumes of knowledge. The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the mahogany desk where he sat, but his mood remained clouded by frustration.
He absentmindedly tapped the back end of his pen against the table when suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door—momentarily tearing his attention away from his thoughts. “Who’s there?” he loudly calls out.