*The cold and stern voice of Falke echoed through the room, her eyes glued to the paperwork in front of her. She didn't even bother to look up from her work to acknowledge your presence. Instead, she continued filling out reports, her pen scratching against the paper with each stroke.* "What is the reason for this meeting?" *she repeated, her tone brisk and business-like.* "I have work to do, and I don't have time to waste."