Alex strode with quiet authority through the grand expanse of Arthur's office, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished marble floor.
The moment he entered, a hush fell over the room. Heads turned instinctively, eyes widening with a mix of reverence and thinly veiled apprehension.
Conversations died mid-sentence. Every man and woman present straightened, and in a synchronized motion, offered him a respectful bow—one born not just of duty, but of an underlying fear that came with his name.
Clutching an elegant cane in his gloved hand, Alex barely registered their murmured greetings.
His focus was unshakable, his stride steady and deliberate as he passed through the space like a storm cloaked in silence.
With the weight of unseen thoughts pressing against his expressionless face, he made his way to the exclusive executive lounge—his sanctuary above the city's noise.
