OSWALD leaned back in his leather chair, the weight of the day pressing down on his shoulders. The large windows of his office revealed a city bathed in the soft glow of twilight, skyscrapers casting long shadows over the streets below. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, signaling that it was time to retire for the evening, but Oswald remained motionless, lost in thought.
His office, like the man himself, was an embodiment of power and control, sleek, minimalist, and devoid of any personal touches. Everything had its place, every item meticulously organized, just the way he liked it. The only sound in the room was the faint hum of the city outside and the occasional rustle of papers as Oswald methodically arranged his desk, preparing for the next day.
The day has been so hectic, as a
