The morning sun peeked through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Darius's office, casting a warm glow on the sleek, modern furnishings. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled under his chin as he studied the financial reports laid out before him. A frown creased his brow, his jaw tightening with determination.

A soft knock at the door broke his concentration. "Come in."

Brielle entered, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Even in a simple blouse and pencil skirt, she exuded an air of confidence and poise. "You wanted to see me?"

Darius gestured towards the empty chair across from him. "Have a seat. We need to discuss our...