The Moretti Group's building stood tall in the middle of the city, catching everyone's attention with its height and shining glass walls. It was one of the tallest buildings around, made of smooth steel and dark glass that reflected the sky and lights below.
The entrance had wide glass doors and clean stone steps. Two guards stood on either side, dressed in black, their faces calm and unreadable.
Inside, the building was quiet. The floor was made of smooth marble that clicked softly under shoes. A faint scent of expensive cologne hung in the air. People walked through the halls, their suits neatly pressed, their voices low. No one loitered. Everyone seemed to know where they were going. It didn't feel like just an office—it felt like stepping into the center of something powerful, where every second mattered.
