The Furious George

I paused for a moment, then told Luna, "Let him in." If my guess was correct, this was definitely about last night's incident. I remained seated in my office chair, composed, continuing with my work as Luna left the room. Soon after, the door was pushed open again. Under Luna's guidance, a distinguished-looking man entered—it was my first time meeting Martin Hansen. If not for Luna's prior introduction, I wouldn't have recognized him.

He was tall and wore a crisp suit, appearing to be in his late thirties with a not particularly striking but intelligent and somewhat refined look, exuding an aura of subdued elegance and unmistakable authority. His eyes, sharp and cunning, gave me a feeling that was hard to pin down. It wasn't exactly dislike, nor was it fondness—perhaps because of Joy's prior influence, as Eternal Properties was a competitor of Wise Horizon, I naturally harbored some reservations about him, especially after last night's events.