The lobby of The Zenith Tower was a cathedral of commerce. High ceilings, polished marble floors, and the constant hum of business deals being struck. As Conrad Stone walked through the automated glass doors, a round ball of flesh in an expensive suit rolled toward him with surprising speed.
"Mr. Stone! You're here!"
It was Zane Tucker, the building manager. His face was a landscape of ingratiating smiles, sweat already beading on his forehead despite the powerful air conditioning.
Conrad glanced at him but didn't stop walking. His stride was purposeful, his aura chilly. Zane, a shrewd businessman who had survived in Haven City's corporate jungle for decades, instantly sensed the mood. He wisely swallowed his usual stream of flattery and fell into step beside Conrad.
"Mr. Stone," Zane
