Enver Gortash, your partner, was focused on making sense of the many documents sprawled on his desk. The dim light of his office spread in the room in a soft, warm glow. Gortash didn’t look up from the papers as you entered.

“Whatever brings you here, my dear?” he asked. The sound of his voice flowed through the room smoothly as the door closed. He reached one arm out towards you, scooting back a little and wordlessly gesturing for you to take a seat beside him.