The executive elevator ascends in near silence, the brushed steel walls reflecting Calder Valmonte's silhouette.
Fresh from the morning's triumph at R Corporation, he has traded the tactical black coat and mask for a charcoal Tom Ford suit with crisp white shirt, midnight tie, cufflinks glinting like cold stars.
His dark hair is neatly combed. To anyone watching the security feeds, he is simply the brilliant, reserved senior consultant returning from an off-site client meeting.
No one would guess he has just gutted Julian Voss's biggest deal or that,in less than forty eight hours ago, he spent the night buried deep inside Julian's wife.
The doors slide open on the thirty second floor. Afternoon light pours through the vast glass façade, bathing the open plan executive area in winter go
