Ryan. Managing Director.
So he has a fairly big monitor, which means from where I sit, I generally only see the top third of his head. Well, not strictly true. If he's sitting very low, I actually only see the hat. The man is literally a giant maroon floating head.
When he concentrates, it gets very frowny and intense and he has this way of looking at the screen to where I genuinely can't tell if he's really really confused or just trying to use his retinas to BURN ALL THE PIXELS EVER.
Suspect the second far above the first. Nothing seems to genuinely confuse him because he's so massively bright. As in, one of those people it's just a pleasure to hear think out loud. So, for the less-fortunate among us, you know, those of us whose synapses don't fire at 40,000 miles per hour, we can but derive pleasure from simpler things. Like watching him turn floating beetroot red when he reads this. I'm secretly aiming for face-matching-hat shade, but that's a little out of my control.
Stay tuned, people. I'll be ripping Anthony apart, next.