Alex arrived at the towering glass-and-steel headquarters of Helix Dynamics, a corporate behemoth with military and industrial ties that stretched across continents. Alex had no intention of admiring the architecture, though. His goal was clear: Heinrich Lancastriel.
As he approached the entrance, two uniformed security guards immediately stepped forward, blocking his path.
“State your business,” one of them ordered.
“I’m here to see Heinrich Lancastriel,” Alex replied calmly, hands resting at his sides.
The guards exchanged a glance. “Do you have an appointment?” the other one asked, clearly not expecting him to.
“No,” Alex said, locking eyes with the first guard. “But I don’t need one.”
“That’s not how it works here,” the guard responded, taking a step closer, his hand subtly inch
