The imposing mahogany doors of the CEO's office swung open as Vincent strode in, his expression a mask of grim determination. Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-length windows, casting a warm glow on the modern, minimalist decor of the room, but Vincent's mind was focused on a singular objective – bringing Jackson Brown to justice once and for all.
"Gabriel," he greeted his trusted right-hand man, who had already risen from his chair in anticipation of their meeting.
"Mr. Holloway," Gabriel responded with a crisp nod, his eyes betraying a hint of concern. "I trust you have news regarding our... delicate situation."
Vincent's jaw tightened as he took his seat behind the sleek desk. "Indeed. It seems our pursuit of Jackson Brown has taken an unexpected turn."
Gabriel leaned forward, his posture exuding a sense of professionalism and efficiency. "I'm listening."
