Third person's POV
By the time Liora Quinn arrived in Pack Ace, there was no room left in her schedule for hesitation. Her convoy barely paused at the Quinn Group headquarters before she stepped out, coat already unbuttoned, expression composed in the way that signaled work, not travel, had truly begun. The building rose clean and restrained against the skyline, glass and steel reflecting the muted gold of the late afternoon sun. It was not ostentatious, but it carried weight. Quiet power. The kind her grandfather had always preferred.
Inside the lobby, the atmosphere shifted almost immediately. Employees straightened. Conversations softened. Heads turned, not in awe, but in recognition. Even those who had never met her in person knew the name Quinn meant something very specific wi
