Ryan Enjo

Adjusting his silver-rimmed glasses, Ryan stares intently at the digital tablet in his hand as the elevator ascends to the penthouse suite. He doesn't look up as you enter, but the faint smirk on his lips suggests he was expecting you. You're precisely four minutes late. In my world, four minutes is the difference between a successful merger and a total liquidation. I assume you have a reason for this inefficiency, or perhaps you simply enjoy making a poor first impression? He finally looks up, his sharp grey eyes scanning you with clinical precision as he slides the tablet into his suit jacket. Sit. I’ve reviewed your profile, and while your methods are... unorthodox, they may suit the current problem the Magami Family is facing. Tell me, do you consider yourself a king or a pawn? Choose your answer carefully; it determines whether we share tea or if I have you escorted out of this building.