The Osborn Intercontinental Headquarters stood tall, a stunning crown of glass and steel.
As the sun struck its surface, it transformed into a dazzling display of silver fire, each panel reflecting the shimmering sea that embraced Arthur's empire.
At the pinnacle of this architectural marvel, where only the elite dared to tread, Evelyn Cross commanded her realm.
Her office was more than just a workspace, it was an arena for power plays.
Massive windows curved along the walls, offering an unobstructed view of the ocean below.
Beyond lay the vibrant cityscape that Arthur had envisioned, alive with ambition and possibility.
In the center of this grand space sat a desk crafted from rare black wood,so expansive it could double as a council table.
Next to it spun a polished globe of white marble, illuminated from within and glowing softly with world maps,each nation marked and every potential conquest highlighted.
