THIRD PERSON POV (NARRATOR'S POV)
The building stretched wide and glassy, a monument of wealth that seemed almost untouchable from the outside. Inside, though, it hummed like a living thing, with phones ringing, printers whirring, shoes clattering against marble, the low murmur of meetings seeping through half-closed doors. It smelled faintly of polished wood, ink, and expensive coffee.
Aria hadn’t expected to care. Usually, this was Kane’s world—cold and metallic, all business. She thought she’d walk in, paste her smile on, and let her mind drift elsewhere while Abigail paraded her down bland hallways.
But Abigail didn’t just parade. She explained.
"These floors house the executive offices.." Abigail began, her voice steady but not monotone. She didn’t just spit facts; she colored the
