Bernard's POV
Morning hit like a freight train, but not because of the usual back-to-work grind. Sebastian walked through our London office doors early, looking every inch the powerful CEO in his perfectly tailored charcoal suit. The man had been a machine ever since, tearing through quarterly reports like they owed him money.
He spent hours with our regional directors, dissecting every performance metric and future target. Every detail of our London operations got his personal attention. That was Sebastian's way - he never trusted numbers on paper or surface-level briefings. When he visited one of our branches, he wanted to understand the mechanics behind every success and failure.
I knew his inspection routine by heart. But this visit felt different. Heavier.
