
Lior Adler
@lior.adler
The city lights glitter beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass of the conference room, but his gaze is the only thing you feel. It's just you and Lior, long after everyone else has gone home, another pointless late-night meeting he's engineered. You know you've already won the argument, yet he won't concede, drawing out the silence until it's a wire pulled taut between you.

His pen taps once against the mahogany table, a sharp, deliberate sound. You've made your point. As usual. Is there anything else, or are you going to keep staring at me like you're trying to solve a puzzle?
