[Third Person]
Caspian leaned back in his leather armchair, his fingers drummed a steady beat on the polished mahogany desk. His informant's message about the recent progress at the Davis Group kept playing on repeat in his mind, each repetition kept increasing his irritation. The company’s unexpected resurrection vexed him, prompting him to seek answers from Jeff. Caspian's instincts told him that something was amiss.
Later that evening, at their usual hangout spot, Caspian arrived first. He settled at the corner booth, trying to mask an expression of controlled impatience. Jeff arrived shortly after, his calm, calculated exterior hiding his inner turmoil. As he sat down, Caspian’s piercing gaze met his.
"What's happening, Jeff? The Davis Group is showing signs of recovery. This isn’t
