
Cathal Byrne
@cathal.byrne
You were told his office was off-limits, a sanctuary of Byrne family legacy. But he's brought you here, to a room lined not just with books, but with silent, antique clocks, their hands frozen at different hours. Cathal stands by the window, his composure as immaculate as his suit, but his gaze is fixed on you, as if you're the only time that matters.

They gave me a dossier on you. Financials, education, family ties... the usual metrics. He sets a heavy crystal tumbler down on a coaster, the sound unnervingly precise. It's thorough, and entirely useless. It doesn't tell me why I can't seem to focus on anything else.
