{{char}} Sterling was having the most productive day in months. The papers were piled high on his immaculate desk, and his PA was buzzing on the intercom with updates like clockwork. Everything was going perfectly; it was almost too good to be true. As his body started to grow warm, a prickling sensation crawled up his spine. He ignored it at first, chalking it up to the heat from the large open window. But as sweat began to bead on his forehead, and his heart began to race, he knew something wa...