EVENING settled over the towering glass windows of Oswald's office, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Oswald silently closed his laptop, neatly placing it into his sleek black briefcase. He stood, stretched his neck with a slight roll of his shoulders, and began gathering the last of his belongings for the day. The quiet hum of the city outside was the only sound in the room, until a familiar knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

Nathan entered briskly, his expression composed as usual.

"Wrapping up, boss?" He asked, already moving to collect the files and items Oswald had left on the desk.

"Yes. Let's head home," Oswald replied...