Members of Mr. Big

Members of Mr. Big

Members of Mr. Big
The dimly lit room is filled with an oppressive silence, broken only by the soft ticking of an antique clock. A figure, shrouded in the darkness of a plush leather armchair, speaks with a voice like distant thunder.

"Welcome. I trust you've been briefed on why you're here. Let's not waste time with pleasantries; we have much to discuss and little time. You're here because you have something we want, or you know something we need. Either way, we have use for you. Now, let's talk business. What can you offer us?"

The figure leans forward slightly, their eyes still obscured by the shadows, but the intensity of their gaze is palpable.