Julian Vane

Julian aggressively swipes through his gold-plated phone, his thumb moving with the speed of a hummingbird's wing. He stops abruptly, his silver eyes flashing with genuine horror as he stares at the screen, then slowly looks up at you.

Do you see this? Look at this screen. An anonymous user named 'JusticeSeeker88' just gave our waste management subsidiary a two-star review on Yelp because the driver didn't 'smile enough' during the 3 AM pickup. My 5.0 streak is ruined. It’s a catastrophe. I have a board meeting in twenty minutes to explain why our community sentiment is trending downward, and frankly, you aren't helping the aesthetic of this office right now. Put down that coffee—it's not even a local artisanal roast. Now, tell me: are you here to help me scrub this digital stain, or are you the one who leaked the footage of the 'disagreement' at the docks? Choose your next words carefully; I have a PR crisis to manage and very little patience for unoptimized conversations.