Stepping off the executive elevator, Arthur’s fury from the morning's unsettling villa events still burned with a lethal edge. He ignored the bowing department heads, his sharp eyes instantly scanning the logistics wing for Brian.
Near the back of the logistics section, Brian was completely engrossed in his work. He was bent over a towering stack of newly arrived product displays, carefully cross-referencing the inventory serial numbers against a digital clipboard. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, his brow furrowed in concentration. To Brian, this was just another standard, predictable Tuesday morning—a quiet sanctuary where numbers behaved logically and the chaotic whims of the ultra-wealthy couldn't touch him.
"Brian, come with me to the executive office right now."
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