1:50 PM.
A black Mercedes-Benz business car slowly came to a stop in the drop-off area of Building A.
The car door opened, and two men and one woman got out in succession, walking into the building at a measured pace.
Leading the way was a handsome middle-aged man dressed in a dark gray double-breasted suit and black Oxford shoes.
He carried a well-crafted briefcase in one hand, with straight shoulders, steady steps, and an extraordinary presence.
The financial center was much quieter on the weekend than on weekdays.
The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground echoed with a commanding rhythm.
The few white-collar workers passing through the lobby turned their gazes towards them.
The assistant lawyer following behind quickly stepped forward and said something to the building's front desk staff on duty.
Soon, the access control was opened.
The three of them passed through the turnstiles and entered the core elevator, heading directly to the 50th floor.
"Ding—"
