Stepping through the glass doors of Zenith Media, Liam felt the immediate shift. The air was conditioned to a crispness smelling of white tea and ruthless ambition. The lobby was a cathedral of capitalism: imported Italian marble, brushed steel, and a kinetic light sculpture tracking Vanguard Holdings' stock trends. Every minimalist detail screamed of old money attempting to look modern. This was the headquarters of the Industry Titan.
As Liam walked across the polished floor, his sneakers squeaking, the staff froze. News of the new President’s arrival had spread fast. Receptionists and junior executives offered stiff, terrified bows, murmuring, "Good morning, Mr. President," desperate to make a good impression.
Yet, Liam didn't miss the judgment flickering behind their professional mask
