[Third Person]
Jeff sat in his sleek, modern office, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a large view of the city skyline. It was a view that usually filled him with a sense of power and accomplishment. Today, though, his mind was elsewhere, his thoughts were tangled with the chaos unfolding at the Davis Group.
He leaned back in his leather chair, letting out a deep sigh as he stared at the screen of his laptop. The latest reports on the Davis Group’s financial status were going down the drain. Losses had climbed to an alarming 30%, and the company's reputation was hanging by a thread.
Jeff’s phone buzzed, pulling him from his reverie. It was Caspian.
“Hey, Jeff,” Caspian’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Did you see the latest numbers? They’re practically bleeding out.”
Jef
