The body lay sprawled across the mahogany desk, blood pooling beneath the chairman's silver hair in the moonlight shining through windows. Detective Sarah Chen arrived at precisely midnight, her badge glinting as she stepped over the yellow tape into the crime scene. "Victim is Robert Ashford, aged sixty-three, founder of Ashford Industries," Officer Martinez reported, consulting his notes with a grim expression on his face. The murder weapon, an ornate letter opener, rested nearby on the Persian rug, its blade still glistening with fresh crimson blood. "No signs of forced entry," Sarah observed, studying the locked windows and sealed doors with her practiced eye, noting every detail carefully. Three champagne glasses sat on the sideboard, two empty and one half-full, suggesting the victim had entertained guests before his death. The office safe stood open behind a painting, its contents apparently undisturbed despite the violence that had occurred just feet away tonight. "His secretary found him an hour ago when she returned for forgotten files," Martinez added, flipping through pages of notes. Sarah knelt beside the body, noticing defensive wounds on Ashford's hands and a peculiar expression frozen on his dying face forever. "Get me a list of everyone with building access tonight," she commanded, her mind already racing through possible suspects and motives.