The moment he stops watching the market

A sleek executive stands alone at the center of a floor-to-ceiling glass office at dusk, city skyline glowing behind him, as holographic stock charts and glowing data streams ripple across the window like liquid light. The camera starts in a tight close-up on his calm, focused eyes reflecting the green and red numbers, then slowly pulls back and rises, revealing the vast trading floor empty except for him, silent and still amid the storm of information. A sudden pulse of blue light sweeps across the glass as a single line of data spikes upward, and his lips curve into the faintest, knowing smile. Thunder rumbles softly outside as rain begins to streak the windows, blurring the city lights into gold and sapphire smears. The camera circles him slowly, low angle, making him look powerful and untouchable against the chaos of the market outside. Final shot: he turns, walks toward the glass, and places his hand on it as the entire skyline fli