The massive, glass-walled executive office fell into a serene, productive silence, broken only by the rhythmic, muted clicking of the mechanical keyboard.
From the plush sanctuary of the velvet sofa, Elara Vance lay beneath the warm cashmere throw, her eyes half-closed. She watched the man sitting behind her mahogany desk. Lucas had seamlessly taken over her auditing duties, his fingers flying across the keys with the same terrifying, fluid speed he had used to rewrite the Titan Shield’s core architecture. He was cross-referencing thousands of alphanumeric serial numbers in a matter of minutes, his posture completely relaxed, his face illuminated by the blue-white glow of the monitors.
He looked entirely out of place in his cheap, stiff black suit sitting in the multi-million-dollar CEO
