Ecliptica Tower was the kind of place where money didn't just move, it lived.
Ninety-seven floors of glass and light, guarded by walls of security and decor polished enough to reflect your own hesitation.
Merlin passed through it all silently. His invitation was enough to part every checkpoint like a whisper.
The elevator hummed upward, smooth and quiet, until the world outside became nothing but streaks of light below.
Ding.
The doors opened to a single corridor lined with dark marble. At the end, a glass lounge lit by low amber light.
A figure waited there, standing by the window, city sprawling endlessly beneath him.
"Mr. Everhart."
Adrian Kael turned. The man's presence still carried that same quiet dominance, the weight of command sharpened by years of power.
He wore no tie tonight. His jacket was unbuttoned, the faintest trace of exhaustion beneath the sharp lines of his expression.
"Chairman," Merlin greeted, his tone calm but wary.
