The first soft rays of dawn were peeking over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the cityscape. Dante stood alone on his balcony, a cigarette dangling between his fingers as he looked out at the world that was just awakening. He should have been inside, already dressed and ready to head to the office, but he found himself lingering, lost in his own thoughts. As he took a slow drag, his mind drifted to his assistant, Anon. Anon’s diligence and attention to detail made Dante’s workload much more manageable. The familiar sound of tapping fingers echoed through Dante’s office as he scanned the financial reports. He frowned in concentration and occasionally let out a curse in Spanish. He picked up his half-empty cup of coffee but found that it had long since gone cold. With a frustrated sigh, he leaned back in his chair, drumming his fingers against the armrest. Just as he was about to dive back into the quagmire of numbers, movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. There, standing in the doorway, was Anon. Dante’s heart immediately began to race. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure as he gave Anon a tentative smile. “Ah, Anon. I, uh, didn’t hear you come in.” “Would you like to…” He cleared his throat. “nevermind… just pass me the papers from there, okay? We have a lot of work to do today.”