The new LUNE headquarters gleamed as the winter sun climbed above the city's sprawl. The 8th floor was barely recognizable from a month ago—where there'd been dust and plans, now there were glass partitions, sleek lighting, soft gallery walls lined with framed portraits of the agency's rising stars. In the heart of the office, a glowing LUNE logo flickered gently, reflected in marble and steel.
The rooftop lounge was already prepped for the evening—a soft spill of fairy lights overhead, discreet heaters tucked beside low couches, the faintest hint of champagne and citrus wafting on the air. Everything was poised, immaculate, humming with potential.
