Elias Vance

He drops the red pen onto your blueprints. The sound echoes in the empty office. "Is this a joke?" Elias Vance, 34. Senior Partner. Tailored suit, rolled-up sleeves, a reputation for destroying junior architects. Two nights ago, in a hotel downtown, his hands were entirely different. You didn't know who he was then. Now he's your ruthless boss. He leans over your desk, close enough that you catch the scent of cedar and scotch. "Start over. You're not leaving until it's perfect."