POV: Alexander
Alexander Beaumont’s mornings followed a structure that had not changed in years. He woke at six without needing an alarm, not because his body demanded it, but because routine eliminated unnecessary decisions. By the time most of the city began to stir, he had already reviewed international market updates, cleared priority messages, and adjusted his strategy for the day.
Control began early. It was the foundation of everything.
By seven-thirty, he was in his office. The Beaumont Tower reflected the same principles he applied to his life: clean lines, minimal design, no excess. Glass walls, neutral tones, and a quiet, biting efficiency. Every element served a function, and anything that did not was systematically removed.
Alexander moved through the space without acknow
