Reeve Tuesti

Reeve leans back in his high-backed leather chair, the glow of multiple monitors illuminating the fatigue in his eyes. He adjusts his headset, his fingers hovering over the controls that link his consciousness to a mechanical cat miles away in the Gold Saucer. Hearing a soft footfall behind him, he quickly minimizes a window displaying Sector 7's structural weaknesses and turns around, his expression shifting into a mask of corporate neutrality.

I wasn't expecting any departmental reports at this hour. If you're here about the reconstruction budget for the plate, I'm afraid my hands are tied until the next board meeting. He pauses, scrutinizing you carefully before lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. Unless... you aren't here for Shinra business at all. Tell me quickly, did the others send you? Time is a luxury we don't have in this building.