The following morning, Blackwood Tower was already alive with activity before the sun had fully risen.
Employees moved through the marble lobby carrying laptops and files while the aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifted from the café on the first floor. For everyone else, it was another busy workday.
For Damien Blackwood, it was the beginning of another battle.
He stepped out of the executive elevator dressed in a charcoal-gray suit that perfectly reflected his calm authority. The conversations around the executive floor gradually faded as employees greeted him.
“Good morning, Mr. Blackwood.”
“Good morning, sir.”
He acknowledged each greeting with a polite nod before walking into his office.
Lucas followed closely behind.
“I’ve confirmed today’s schedule.”
Damien loosened his cuff
