At the same time, in another part of Imperial, Lu Corps stood imposing beneath the winter sky.
The towering building of steel and dark glass disappeared into heavy gray clouds, its sharp architecture seeming almost as cold as the weather surrounding it. Snow had yet to fall, but the scent of it already lingered in the air.
Inside, employees went about their afternoon as usual.
Phones rang.
Keyboards clicked.
Meetings continued behind glass walls.
Everything moved with the precision expected of one of Imperial's most powerful corporations.
Yet on the highest floor, the atmosphere was entirely different.
Inside the CEO's office, the air felt colder than the winter beyond the windows.
Lu Tian stood before the floor-to-ceiling glass.
A dark tailored suit fit his tall, powerful frame like a second skin.
The expensive fabric stretched neatly across his broad shoulders before tapering along his waist. His posture was perfectly straight, his hands clasped behind his back.
