Xander approached the imposing façade of S Corporation’s headquarters, his steps deliberate and his expression neutral. The building loomed against the skyline, a testament to power and wealth with its sleek design and fortified gates. Security personnel in crisp uniforms flanked the main entrance, their eyes scanning for potential threats. As he neared the checkpoint, Xander was immediately intercepted.
"State your business," one guard barked, his stance rigid and professional.
Xander calmly raised his hands, palms outward, before pulling a badge from his coat pocket. The guard’s sharp gaze lingered on him before shifting to the insignia gleaming on the badge. The emblem, etched in silver, bore the mark of S Corporation’s elite military division. The guard hesitated, his brow furrowing.
