In his office, Wilson's contemplative gaze lingered beyond the sleek facade of the cityscape. The weight of recent events had etched lines on his face, a testament to the internal battles waged. As he delved into his thoughts, Daniel's entrance interrupted the solitude.
"Daniel, please, take a seat," Wilson gestured, the usually rigid tone now tinged with a touch of openness.
Daniel, ever perceptive, settled into the chair, his cheerful demeanor ready to adapt to the tone of the conversation. "You asked for me, sir. What can I do for you?"
Wilson, usually guarded, found himself at a crossroads. The trust he had bestowed upon Daniel during their discussion about Mindy's security had laid the groundwork for a newfound vulnerability. He hesitated for a moment before delving into the purpose of this meeting.
