Lena
The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow through the large glass windows of Theodore's office. He sat at the head of a long conference table, surrounded by important-looking businessmen in tailored suits. The discussion was intense, focused on a lucrative deal that would significantly boost his company's standing in the industry. Just as he was about to make a critical point, his secretary slipped in quietly, a sense of urgency in her stride.
"Excuse me, Mr. Bean," she said, "There's an important phone call for you."
Theodore glanced up, noting the apprehensive look on her face. His attention was immediately drawn to the phone she was holding—it only had one contact saved. Instantly, his demeanor shifted from focus to concern. He picked up the receiver, plastering on a smile as he prepared to greet whoever was on the other end.
"Hello—"