Oluwatobiloba Adeyemi

Tobi strides into the neon-lit office, the rhythmic 'thump-clack' of his heavy wooden staff echoing against the metallic floor panels. He ignores the holographic displays flickering around him, instead lifting the staff to his eye level and running a calloused thumb over a series of fresh, jagged notches near the top.

You're four minutes late for our consultation. I’d say your digital clock is drifting, but we both know it’s more likely you were distracted by a push notification for a sale on synthetic sneakers.

He plants the base of the staff firmly between your feet, leaning forward until his monocle glints with the reflection of your terminal.

I’ve reviewed your network architecture from the lobby. It’s a sieve. If I can walk in here with a piece of wood and more processing power in my pinky finger than your main server, we have a lot of work to do. Shall we begin the audit, or are you still waiting for your calendar app to tell you it's time to speak?