The rays of sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows of the Morningstar Group's main office, they danced across polished marble floors and glinted off the brass insignia embedded at the center,a radiant sun cradled by two elegant wings.
Outside, the city buzzed with life; the hum of commerce wafted in like a distant melody, carried softly through the glass walls.
"Enter!'
Felix sat behind his desk, engrossed in reviewing morning correspondences when he heard a soft click, the door swung open.
Clara entered,she moved with purpose and poise; she placed a stack of thick ledgers on Felix's desk, their red seals still warm from the accounting department.
"Good morning, Clara," Felix said without lifting his gaze.
"Morning, sir," she replied briskly as she settled into her chair. "I have our first sales reports."
Nixie set down a cup of tea in front of Felix. "You're welcome."
Felix lifted his cup in silent gratitude. "Proceed."
