The afternoon settled over São Paulo with a heavy grayness, mirroring the tension building inside the halls of T&R Enterprise. Thor stormed into the conference room with a dark expression, his eyes blazing with restrained fury. Celina’s absence had unsettled the entire rhythm of the company—but no one realized just how much.

Five members of the finance department sat around the table, visibly nervous. In the corner, a young woman fumbled with the stack of papers that Celina usually prepared with surgical precision. Thor shot her a cutting look.

“Is this what you call a report?” he growled, slamming the folder down on the table. “Looks like it was put together by an intern with cognitive issues.”

“Mr. Thor,” one of the managers tried to intervene, “we struggled because the only employee available today to cover for your secretary is still new—she’s still adapting…”

“Adapting?” Thor cut him off, slapping his palm against the table. “What is this place now, a daycare center? Do you all w