Claymore Conglomerate.
"I just don't understand, Father!" Lydia demanded with a slam of her hand. A loud thud resonance throughout the large, minimalistic office on the peak of the skyscraper.
Claymore Conglomerate was located in the heart of the city. A few decades ago, they began branching into different parts of the manufacturing world. It did not take long for them to secure a position in the business world, as something more than an armament manufacturing company.
Wealthy beyond compare, the Claymores were a force to be reckoned with.
"Sweetheart, I've already explained it multiple times," Leonard Claymore stated in a patient voice, though his smile had become a grimace. His thin, sterling silver glasses rested upon the tip of his nose. He was looking over important documents in regards to their overseas subsidiaries when his daughter stormed into his office.
