"Everything is right here. It is hot off the press, practically still warm to the touch. Take a look."
Lying on the polished wooden surface of the table was the complete dossier for the business registration, accompanied by a stack of related legal documents that smelled faintly of fresh ink and ambition.
Julian Sterling reached out, his hand steady as he took hold of the file. He opened it, flipping through the pages one by one. The crisp, rhythmic rustling of the paper was the only sound in the quiet, expansive room, punctuating the silence like the ticking of a clock. He read with meticulous attention to detail, his eyes scanning every line, from the corporate charter and the articles of incorporation to the list of founding shareholders and the registered scope of business activities.
On the cover page, a line of bold, capitalized text struck his vision with the force of a revelation: Imperial Caine Analytics.
