The black mirrored skyscraper of Titan Holdings loomed over them, sharp and polished like a damn monolith of power. The company's name gleamed in sleek silver letters at the very top, a constant reminder of who really owned the land they were standing on.
Justin let out a low whistle. "Still intimidating as fuck."
Adam groaned, running a hand through his already messy hair. "I don't even wanna be here, man. I don't know what you're planning, but this better be worth it."
Justin shot him a grin. "Since when has my business not been worth it?"
Adam deadpanned. "Oh, I don't know… maybe the time you convinced me to bet against my uncle in poker? Or that one time I had to pretend to be your chauffeur to sneak you into that auction? My bank account still cries at night."
Justin only smirked, stepping on the gas as they passed through tall, security-heavy gates. The guards barely glanced at the car before letting them in. They already knew who Adam was.
