Lawrence Murry.

TOBIAS:

As I exit the elevator car, I loosen the knot on my tie and gently tilt my head from side to side. My neck is incredibly stiff from the tension that has been building up in my body recently. It's causing a persistent migraine that I just can't seem to shake off, adding to my discomfort.

“Mr. Landry?” An unfamiliar male voice calls out to me as I make my way through the lobby of my business building. “Mr. Landry, please stop. There is a crucial matter that I must discuss with you.”

I stop dead in my tracks and turn to face this man, who seems to be filled with enthusiasm to catch a minute of my time. “You have one minute. Sixty seconds and not a second more.” I mutter as my gaze takes in his appearance.

He's a gentleman of modest stature, in the prime of his life, with a distinguished hairline. He has a physique that resembles a bouncy castle made from doughnuts, and his suit has a charmingly worn-in look. The man's briefcase appears to have weathered the test of time, much lik