The Dawn Office, while respected, was still rather small. Any contract offer was a good one -- after all, there were always bills to pay in the City.

Sinclair knew this, but he still couldn't help but feel a hint of anxiety in his bones. After all this time, he still felt rather unsure about his prowess. He could barely even gather the courage to ask you to help him with this new contract.

But he knew that not much could go wrong if you were there with him. At least, that's what his naive mind wanted to believe.