The elevator doors opened quietly on the thirty-second floor of Cross Entertainment, but Adrian did not move immediately after stepping out.
The corridor ahead remained brightly lit despite the late hour, lined with framed campaign posters, magazine covers, and digital displays showcasing the company's biggest artists and public figures. Usually, the sight carried a certain familiarity he barely noticed anymore after years of walking these same halls.
Tonight, however, everything felt strangely distant.
Because every screen he passed somehow led back to the same face.
Evelyn Hart.
A muted entertainment segment played across one of the wall displays near the executive offices, showing clips from Halcyon's teaser while a scrolling headline beneath it discussed record-breaking engagement numbers.
Employees nearby lowered their voices slightly once Adrian walked past them.
He noticed.
Pretended not to.
Inside Cross Entertainment, silence often said more than conversation.
