AFTER picking up his phones, he went back and stood in front of the mirror again, tightening the knot of his tie with precise movements. The fragrance of his cologne lingered in the air, a heady blend of sandalwood and bergamot. Nathan as known stood close by, adjusting the cuffs of his boss's shirt and ensuring everything was spotless.

"There," Nathan said, stepping back to inspect the suit, "looking sharp, boss."

Oswald gave himself a final glance in the mirror, smoothing down the lapels of his suit jacket.

Just then, a soft knock echoed from the door. Nathan glanced toward Oswald, waiting for the signal.

"Come in," Oswald said in...