NATHAN NELSON'S OFFICE
Nathan sat at his desk, the blue glow of his computer screen illuminating his face as he sifted through emails and reports.
The office was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the steady tapping of his fingers against the keyboard.
A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts.
KNOCK!
"Come in," he called without looking up.
The door opened, and his nephew, Eric, stepped inside. "Good morning, Uncle," he said, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Nathan finally glanced up from his screen, offering a brief smile. "Eric, how’re you doing?"
"Fine, Uncle," Eric replied, taking a seat across from Nathan’s desk. He glanced around the office briefly before focusing back on his uncle, noticing the seriousness in his expression.
Nathan’s attention
