The moment he stops checking his phone

A lone executive stands center in a vast glass boardroom at the top of a skyscraper, city lights sprawling silently below at dusk, the camera starting tight on his focused eyes then pulling back in one slow continuous motion to reveal the entire empty room and a single glowing holographic chart hovering above the table, numbers climbing in real time; his phone buzzes on the table, screen flashing with a cascade of notifications, and a faint smile crosses his face as the lights of the city outside pulse in rhythm with the rising chart, camera pushing back in fast for a final close-up on his eyes now sharp with certainty, the room bathed in cool blue light cut by a single warm golden beam from the sunset, tension building through a low pulsing hum that snaps into silence the instant the chart peaks, leaving only his breath and the glittering skyline, the mood cinematic, powerful, and quietly triumphant, like watching someone realize they