OSWALD sat in his opulent office of his Investment Company, the sprawling city skyline visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him. His office, adorned with rare artworks and lavish furnishings, was a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere that permeated the room at that moment.
He leaned back in his chair, his piercing eyes fixed on the trembling figure before him. James, a junior executive, stood sweating bullets, clutching a folder of reports that Oswald had summoned him to discuss.
The young man had made a mistake, a costly one, and Oswald was not known for his patience with errors.
"Do you understand the magnitude of your failure?" Oswald's voice was cold, each word enunciated with chilling precision.
He didn't raise his voice; he didn't need to. His mere presence wa
