The golden afternoon sun of Redharrow filtered through the expansive glass facade of the Grand Horizon Hotel, casting long, amber shadows across the marble floors of the lobby. It was an environment designed to exude opulence, a place where the scent of expensive cigars and imported lilies signaled that one had truly arrived in the upper echelons of the United Dominion.
Mason Davis stepped out of the private executive elevator, flanked by several assistants who scurried behind him like devoted acolytes. As the heir apparent to the Davis Group, he moved with a certain unearned confidence, though he was currently preoccupied with a project report. Suddenly, his gaze shifted toward the entrance. He froze, his eyes narrowing as he caught the profile of a young man walking with a group of loca
