Sebastian's Point Of View
The air in my office was stifling. The walls of my office felt like they were closing in on me. The space that once represented power, dominance, and control now felt suffocating.
Papers were scattered across my massive mahogany desk, some even crumpled on the floor, a reflection of the chaos unfolding in real-time. The dim golden light from the ceiling cast long shadows across the room, but it did nothing to mask the destruction I had caused in my fit of rage.
A shattered glass of whiskey lay in a dark amber puddle near the bar, the scent of expensive liquor mixing with the underlying tension in the air.
I leaned against my desk, fingers pressing hard into the polished wood as I glared at the screen in front of me as it displayed the biggest diaster of my career, my breath heavy and uneven.
The numbers kept dropping.
The stock value of Starlight Studios was sinking.
I clicked refresh. Again. And again.
Each time, the figures plummeted further.
