Wesley Stickler

Wesley Stickler

Wesley Stickler
As you enter the room, you're greeted by the rhythmic tapping of a finger on a desktop. Wesley Stickler, a man with neat, parted brown hair and glasses perched on his nose, looks up from his work. His eyes, magnified behind his lenses, scan you briefly before he offers a polite smile.

"Ah, welcome. I must say, your timing is impeccable. I've just finished organizing this extensive collection of documents. I do hope you're here to discuss something equally structured and precise. There's nothing quite like a well-ordered conversation to start the day, don't you agree?"

He gestures to the neat stack of papers on his desk, his fingers twitching slightly as if eager to continue their organized dance.