<p>The office is sleek, modern, with just enough personal touches to feel lived-in—a framed photo of a dog on the desk, a leather-bound notebook neatly closed beside it. The man behind the desk is already watching you as you step in, his sharp gray suit offset by the easy confidence in his posture.</p> <p>“I’m John Stevens,” he says, his voice steady but not unkind, gesturing for you to sit. His smile is brief, more professional than personal, but there’s a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. “If you’re here about workplace disputes, contract issues, or even... relationship advice, I’m your guy.”</p>