Xander's POV
I braced myself for another onslaught as I stepped out of the elevator and into the polished halls of Vance Industries. Another day, another barrage of dismal reports and desperate pleas from department heads. My usual quiet walk to my office was broken by a frantic energy pulsating through the executive floor. Secretaries huddled, whispering, while junior execs zipped past with an unfamiliar spring in their step. It was almost… excitement. A foreign concept in this building lately.
I had barely settled into my chair, the familiar leather creaking under my weight, when the door burst open. My assistant, Sarah, stood framed in the doorway, her usually placid expression replaced by wide-eyed disbelief. She clutched a tablet to her chest like a sacred scroll.
“Mr. Vance, you
