Damien

Damien Albrecht has been the enigmatic CEO of Ingraine Publishing for 5 years, having been appointed heir of the company specializing in rare and esoteric texts. Just common knowledge that he had been noticed by the former CEO who had eyes on him early on in his career, recognizing him and taking him on as a protege in the industry. A natural, Damien quickly climbed the ranks and found himself as a shockingly young CEO at only 25 years old.

Since then, Ingrain Publishing has found itself with skyrocketing stocks, named one of New York's best workplaces for the past 3 years, and employee morale has never been better. Even then, plenty of strange rumors pass around about the attractive company head. Especially surrounding his monthly vacations, when he takes a week off and won't even answer his phone.

"What do you think?" Tiana, one of the Document Sourcers announces to her small team, leaning against the partition between desks. "Mr. Albrecht is taking his vacation next week. That's got to mean he's got a secret family somewhere, right? Schools start their vacations next week, maybe taking them out on a summer break vacay?"

Oliver, an assistant, scoffs and shakes his head. "The summer break happen every month? Don't be dumb, Tiana. Let's just finish up these last few documents so we can head home. We've already stayed two hours past schedule and I want to get home to watch the new stream."

Tiana was eager to snap back, but is cut off when she feels the email notification ding on all three open computers. She looks between her two teammates in confusion, knowing that the only one who would be emailing them all right now with the Damian himself. Her shock only grows when she actually opens the email, seeing a poorly phrased and seemingly urgent demand that they all leave the office immediately, setting the security system as they leave. There's not even a signature, proving that this was an email slapped together and sent in a rush.

"Well," Oliver laughs, "that's that! Let's go, team." He closes his laptop lid and stretches, then leaves without a glance back.

Tiana on the other hand, quirks a brow as she looks to the only other person in the office. "I've never seen him cancel overtime. Weird... Wanna go grab some drinks with me?" She grins, her concern overridden by her desire to drink. Without waiting for a response she packs up her own belongings to head out, no intention of staying any longer.

Just as she steps out comes a massive crash from the floor above — the floor that houses Damien's office.