The chair nobody sits in closes deals

A sleek glass-walled trading floor glows deep blue in near darkness, a single spotlight cutting down on one empty chair behind a curved obsidian desk as the camera pushes in slow and steady from a low angle. Suddenly every monitor across the wall flickers to life in unison, cascading lines of light sweeping upward like a heartbeat waking, and a low bass pulse hits exactly as the glow hits the lens. The camera holds tight and centered on the empty chair, letting the surrounding light show reflections of unseen figures moving fast just out of focus, phones to ears, deals happening in silence. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling window behind the desk, city lights blurred into soft gold and cyan bokeh, and the camera slowly rotates a few degrees, revealing a faint human silhouette stepping into frame from the shadows, hand resting on the chair without sitting. The moment freezes on their confident, unreadable expression as the light steadies