Kurt stood outside the office door, holding a small stack of documents. His face was grim, and his hand rested on the door as he hesitated to knock.
After a moment of deliberation, Kurt gritted his teeth and knocked gently.
"Come in." Andrew's tone harsh and oppressive, almost suffocating.
Kurt's hand holding the documents trembled slightly. Bracing himself, he walked in and cast a brief, uneasy glance at Andrew's face, which sent a chill down his spine.
Andrew sat in the chair. On the desk, a cool-toned ashtray was filled with several broken cigarettes. He wore a black suit, the tie around his neck slightly loosened, and his messy hair covered his eyes. His gaze fell on the documents in Kurt's hand, his expression visibly softening.
"What did you find out?"
Kurt swallowed nervously
