The city stretched out beneath him, a sprawling kingdom of glass and steel — and from the top floor of Hale Enterprises, Sebastian Hale ruled it all.
The view from his office was breathtaking. Skyscrapers rose against the horizon, their mirrored windows reflecting the morning sun. Below, the streets teemed with life — a constant, restless current of ambition and motion. But from here, everything felt distant. Manageable. Controlled.
Just the way he liked it.
The office itself was sleek and modern, understated in its luxury — like the man who owned it. The walls were lined with minimalist art, the furniture a mix of glass, leather, and dark wood. A subtle but unmistakable power radiated from every corner of the room. But the true center of it all was the heavy oak desk where Sebastian sa
