A week earlier.

Oliver sat lazily in the office chair, the room mirroring his presence: balanced, controlled, and coldly composed.

His back rested against the rolling chair, his legs crossed casually atop the cluttered table, which was lined with neatly arranged files. His expression was neutral, almost satisfied, like a man who had already made his move and was simply waiting for the board to respond.

The room was quiet. It's calm collided seamlessly with his own.

Then, abruptly, he ...