Adrian’s Point of view
The receptionist's face turned ghostly pale as I strode through the grandiose lobby of Rivera & Sons Tech Conglomerates. The sharp click of my leather shoes against the marble echoed like a countdown to impending doom. My jaw tightened as I stopped in front of her desk, and her gaze flickered up nervously.
“I’m here to see Darius Rivera,” I said curtly, my tone leaving no room for argument.
The receptionist stammered, clutching the phone like it was a lifeline. “Do... do you have an appointment, sir?”
I leaned forward slightly, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Tell him Adrian Steele is here. I guarantee he won’t need an appointment.”
Her eyes widened as recognition dawned. She fumbled with the phone, her trembling fingers dialing. “Mr. Rivera’s office,
