Jacob Sims sat in his corner office, the skyline of the city stretching out before him like a silent taunt. His desk, usually immaculate, was cluttered with documents,proposals, financial reports, and a particularly damning performance review from one of his board members. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his jaw tightening as he reread the words.
"The company’s performance has been inconsistent under Mr. Sims’ leadership. Confidence among investors continues to waver."
He threw the document down with a frustrated growl. His company, his pride, was slipping through his fingers, and he felt the weight of every misstep. The board was watching him like vultures, ready to pounce at the first sign of weakness.
A knock on the door jolted him out of his thoughts.
"Come in," he barke
