The revolving doors of Artemis Tower turned steadily beneath the pale gray wash of early morning rain while black town cars lined the curbside drop-off in polished rows. Employees crossed the marble entrance carrying coffee trays, tablets, and umbrella cases while security personnel monitored the lobby floor with practiced indifference beneath the towering gold-and-glass atrium overhead.
The black S-Class stopped smoothly near the front entrance.
The driver, Thomas Brayer, hurried down the wet pavement the moment the rear passenger door opened. Thomas has congratulated them both when he picked them up from the hotel a few minutes ago.
Not that Thomas considered himself a busybody, but news this big usually belonged in the staff group chat if only so the building could emotionally prepare itself. Unfortunately, he never got the chance.
