Axel pushed through the heavy glass doors of Vaelorian Enterprises, stepping into a grand lobby bathed in soft, golden light. The air smelled of polished wood and expensive cologne, the faint hum of conversation blending with the rhythmic tapping of heels on marble floors. The entire place radiated an air of control, of power carefully maintained, which only made Axel's jaw tighten.
He wasn't here to admire the architecture.
His boots echoed with each step as he walked toward the front desk, where a young receptionist sat behind a sleek counter. She wore a perfectly tailored blazer, her dark hair pinned back in an elegant bun. As soon as she noticed him approaching, she greeted him with a polite, professional smile.
"Good morning, sir. How can I assist you?"
Axel stopped in front of the desk, his hands casually slipping into his jacket pockets. He didn't bother with pleasantries. "I need to meet with Elion Vaelorian."
