Russell Howard sat in his office, the sprawling city skyline stretching beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him. The golden light of late afternoon poured in, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floors. His desk, a monolithic slab of glass and steel, was meticulously organized, save for the tablet he tossed onto it moments ago.
On the screen was Jacob Sims' name and a slew of financial reports detailing Sims Enterprises' steady descent into chaos. Russell leaned back in his chair, his sharp suit unwrinkled despite the hours he’d spent in it. A smirk tugged at his lips as he studied the situation.
"Angela!" he called, his voice sharp but calm.
His assistant entered swiftly, a tablet in hand and a focused expression on her face. She was used to Russell’s exacting stan
