The private elevator descended through the core of the Rosea headquarters in a state of flawless, insulated silence. The chaotic, adrenaline-fuelled aftermath of the boardroom liquidation faded entirely, replaced by the low, soothing hum of the terrestrial machinery carrying them deep underground. The bright, sterile lights of the penthouse gave way to the soft, recessed illumination of the subterranean levels.
Solis stood perfectly still within the sleek glass and steel confines of the elevator car. He kept his hand firmly intertwined with Noir's, their fingers slotted together as though they had been forged in the same cosmic mould. The ruthless, calculating CEO had completely receded into the background. In his place stood a man utterly, profoundly humbled by the sheer magnitude of his own fortune.
