The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the top floor—sleek, quiet, and guarded by presence rather than people. The walls were matte black with bronze inlays, and soft overhead lighting bathed the corridor in a refined golden hue.
An assistant in a sharp grey uniform waited just outside.
"This way, please."
Miles gave a quiet nod and followed, June a step behind him, tablet pressed lightly to her chest.
They were led down a long hallway, past walls adorned with paintings of old military campaigns and photos of global projects under the Wraithbourne name—testaments to legacy, ambition, and control.
At the end stood a double oak door with an embossed phoenix insignia.
"Chairman is waiting inside."
The assistant opened the door.
Inside the Chairman's Cabin – Victor Wraithbourne
The room was nothing like Miles expected. It wasn't a throne.It was a war room.
