CRESCENT DYNAMICS
Marcus stepped out of the car with the kind of confidence that made the security guards straighten unconsciously. He didn’t spare them a glance as he adjusted the cuffs of his suit and lifted his chin, taking in the towering glass façade of Crescent Dynamics.
His lips tilted—not into a smile, but into an expression carved from arrogance and satisfaction.
So this is what he built.
Marcus had seen the building in papers and on TV, from a distance. But he had never stepped into it... until now.
The automatic doors parted for him, and he walked inside as though he owned the place. Several heads turned instantly—receptionists, interns, and staff scattered across the lobby paused mid-task, drawn by the unfamiliar presence of a man who didn’t move like a visitor.
He moved
