The heavy glass elevator of the Meridian Crown ascended in absolute silence, the city skyline expanding rapidly beneath it like a geometric grid of concrete and flashing digital billboards. Inside the penthouse suite, the air was cool, carrying the subtle, crisp scent of polished wood and expensive leather.
Jake stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his hands buried deep in his pockets. His left eye was completely clear now, the lingering ache from the afternoon's trading session fully receded, but his mind remained entirely sharp. On the glass table behind him sat two pristine files: one detailed the capital structure of Metropolitan Asset Corp, and the other held the unredacted personal lineage of the Roys family.
"Sir," Elias's voice broke the silence as he stepped into the room from the private foyer. "Mrs. Roys has arrived. Her security detail has been screened and logged at the perimeter. She is entering alone."
Jake didn't turn around immediately. "Let her in, Elias."
