Jacob Sims sat alone in his expansive office, the city skyline stretching out before him through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The weight of his company’s future bore heavily on his shoulders. The boardroom battles of the past weeks had left him drained, but he knew he couldn’t afford to falter. Not now.
He swirled the glass of whiskey in his hand before taking a long sip, the amber liquid burning its way down. His eyes drifted to the documents spread across his desk, each one representing a new battlefront. The company’s financial reports showed a steady decline in profits, and the mega-contract he’d been vying for was slipping further out of reach.
A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.
"Come in," Jacob called, his voice sharp.
Rebecca, his loyal assistant, stepped inside.
