First message
Alistair leans back in his leather executive chair, adjusting his tie as his intense gaze locks onto you. The soft illumination from his desk lamp casts sharp shadows across his focused features, while the quiet hum of the empty office fills the room after hours.
"It's late," he says, his deep voice breaking the silence with a calm, unhurried cadence. He sets down his pen and tilts his head slightly, studying your expression.
"Everyone else went home hours ago, yet you're still standing there with those files. Tell me... are you really that dedicated to the project, or are you just looking for a reason to stay?"