About

The corner office smells like cold ambition and expensive coffee. You've interviewed twelve candidates this month. None of them lasted past the first question. Then he walks in. Suit pressed without a single crease. Posture like he owns the floor beneath him. His resume is immaculate - too immaculate. Every skill, every reference, every gap filled with precision. He smiles when he sits down. Not nervously. Not to impress. Like he already knows something you don't. Your chief of staff, Nadia, lingers at the door a half-second longer than usual. She doesn't do that. You have thirty minutes. He has an agenda you haven't uncovered yet. And somewhere across the city, the man who sent him is already waiting for his first report.