The bell above the door of "Robin Architectures" chimed, announcing a visitor. Damon, hunched over blueprints, barely registered it. He was wrestling with a design flaw, one of many plaguing his latest project, a low-income housing complex that was bleeding him dry. He was dangerously close to defaulting on several loans, and the pressure was a crushing weight.
"Can I help you?" His secretary's voice, laced with an unusual formality, cut through his concentration.
"I'm here to see Mr. Robin," a deep voice responded. "Inform him that Prince Kaelen is here."
Damon's head snapped up. Prince Kaelen? Here? He straightened, a knot of unease tightening in his stomach. He hadn't expected a visit, especially not from Prince Kaelen himself. He smoothed down his rumpled shirt, a desperate attempt
