Ernesto's office had the kind of silence that made Jack's back straighten the moment he stepped in. Polished floor. Minimalist décor. No clutter, no mess. Just sharp lines and sharper expectations. The large whiteboard loomed on one side like a scoreboard waiting to judge.
Ernesto didn't look up from his monitor. He just gestured with two fingers to the chairs.
Jack muttered under his breath as he sat. "I miss our dev room already."
Richard gave him a look that meant don't start, but said nothing.
Ernesto finally looked up. Calm. Direct.
"Decision-Making Frameworks. Then Rockstar prep."
He folded his hands on the desk. "Let's start with the frameworks. Jack. Richard. You built this from a garage project to a multi-million dollar machine. That's genius. Now my job is making sure that genius doesn't burn itself out."
He leaned forward just enough to let the weight of the moment settle.
