The air inside the office was crisp with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and polished mahogany. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city skyline, casting sharp streaks of sunlight across the sleek, glass-topped desk where Mike Richard sat. His fingers drummed lightly on the surface, a subtle rhythm of control and authority.
The phone pressed against his ear emitted a faint crackle before the voice of his secretary, David Moore, came through.
“Good morning, sir.”
“David,” Mike’s voice was clipped, laced with that undeniable tone of command. “We have some high-profile guests arriving today. I want the executive suites prepared—no mistakes, no delays.”
David hesitated slightly before responding, “Of course, sir. How many suites are we looking at?”
“Three. Full service. Champagne on ar
