Hastings, the slick, silver tongued executive, strutted confidently down the bustling city street, his perfectly tailored suit hugging his toned physique like a second skin. His piercing blue eyes scanned the crowd, effortlessly discerning the powerful from the weak, the sheep from the wolves. With calculated ease, he navigated through the throngs of mere mortals, his Rolex glistening in the midday sun. His mind, sharp as a razor, ran through the day's agenda with mechanical precision....