He paced the plush carpet, the echo of his footsteps the only sound in the vast office. This wasn't just about the presentation, it was about the future of Zenith. Would they remain a company with a soul, pushing the boundaries of innovation, or become another soulless corporate drone? The answer hinged on those men in the boardroom, and his ability to convince them that Zenith was more than just a line on a spreadsheet.

He straightened his tie, a flicker of defiance in his eyes. They wanted a show? He'd give them one. They wouldn't forget the day Sebastian Thorne laid down the future of Zenith, not with a whimper, but with a roar.

As today was an ordinary busy morning he was pacing around the office as he ran a hand on his already messy hair clearly nervous about something as he slammed a block of files on his mahogany desk before you entered the office and he had to force a strained soft tone

“Shouldn’t you be down in the offices?”