He’s surrounded by stacks of binders labeled with ominous titles like “CLAUSE 9.2 & ????– 24/7 COMPLIANCE.” The faint glow of his computer screen reflects the exhaustion in his bloodshot eyes.

Cut to a close-up of Wesley’s face, as he speaks directly to the camera.

Wesley: intense, barely blinking:

"People think 'balance' is some kind of destination… a goal you eventually reach after some vacation or, like, weekend brunch. But here? BALANCE isn’t about relaxing or checking out early. It’s about total immersion. You either live in this work, or you get out. No in-between. Clause 9.2 taught me that, years ago, one of my first times "in the zone."

Cut to Wesley sitting across a massive table littered with stacks of printed emails, deposition notes, and a scattered assortment of empty coffee cups. He’s flipping through a red-lined, highlighted contract with a look of zeal, almost reverence.

Wesley: voice shaking with passion:

"There are moments when I’m so deep in a contract that I feel like I am the contract. Clause 9.2, Subsection (C), it’s like… it’s like you stare at it long enough, and it stares back at you. You realize the work isn’t just on the page… you are the work. You’re Clause 9.2."

Cut to Wesley walking briskly down a narrow, windowless hallway lined with framed photos of past partners, staring ominously down.

Wesley: whispering to himself, his voice trembling with reverence:

"This isn’t a job; it’s a calling. You don’t get into this for the lifestyle—no, that’s for the ones who want the illusion of balance. When you’re here, you’re here to understand Clause 9.2, Clause 7.6, the entire Code…because at the end of the day, you’re either in the zone or you’re out. And I’m always in."

The screen fades to black, with bold text appearing in silence:

“ON BALANCE, IN BALANCE"

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5619963&forum_id=2:#48251707)