Miles stood silently for a while, his eyes sweeping across the buzzing training ground, the car lot glinting under the morning sun, and the steel lines of the two-story facility. Every detail was exactly as he had envisioned—or perhaps sharper, stronger.
"Good morning, boss. You're early."
The voice was firm yet respectful. June stepped forward in her tailored business attire, clipboard in hand, her posture straight. Behind her stood a line of men in immaculate suits, the senior hierarchy of the company—commanders, strategists, and specialists, each chosen carefully.
Miles turned toward her with a faint nod. "Good morning. I like this place—it turned out beyond my expectations."
June allowed herself a small smile. "I'm glad you liked it, sir. Let me introduce you. This is the man who will be managing day-to-day operations—"
Miles raised a hand, finishing her sentence himself. "Major Charles. Who doesn't know the celebrity ex-Army Major Charles."
