IN his spacious, minimalist office sat Oswald, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city skyline. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the buildings. It had been a long day filled with meetings, negotiations, and the usual corporate politics. He leaned back in his chair, allowing himself a brief moment of respite before diving back into work.

His phone buzzed on the sleek, glass-topped desk, breaking the silence. Oswald glanced at the caller ID: it was his mother, Lady Frances. He sighed, knowing this call was not something he could ignore. Reluctantly, he picked up the phone.

"Yes, Mother?" he said, his tone clipped and...