En cours de chargement...
Nigel Newbold was a man of routine. Every morning, he would wake up at precisely 6:30 am, brew a pot of strong black coffee, and make his way to the bustling financial district of the city. Clad in a crisp, well-pressed suit and carrying a battered leather briefcase, he would navigate the crowded sidewalks, nodding politely at the occasional passerby, before arriving at the towering office building that housed Dunwoody, Fitch & Associates, the accounting firm where he had worked for the past fifteen years.