The central complex of the Kadman conglomerate is a futuristic vision of grandeur and innovation. Rising majestically in the heart of the city, a gigantic tower of glass and steel stands out, accompanied by four equally imposing satellite buildings. Together, they form a kind of corporate fortress where the boundaries of technology are constantly challenged.
Exclusive access is provided through special gates and a separate entrance for high-ranking employees. However, Damián deliberately chooses the main entrance, wanting to be seen; he seeks Astra's attention.
In the center of the square, an imposing sculpture of a frigate rises, representing the maritime battles of ancient Kadman against pirates. Intricate details, such as wind-inflated sails, sturdy hulls, and the gleam of period weapons, pay tribute to the bravery of their ancestors.
In one corner of the square, a traditional monument can be observed, a statue representing an ancestral Kadman leader in a commanding pose, holding a map and a sword, symbolizing his leadership in battles against pirates.
By positioning Damián near these elements, he felt the symbolism, reflecting on the heroic origins of the Kadman family. Visual contrasts between the ancient and the modern, such as the frigate contrasting with futuristic skyscrapers, highlight the duality representing the epic and heroic history of the Kadman family, personified in the distinctive character of Adam Kadman.
Damián advanced through the bustling sea of executive attire, where subdued tones and dark colors dominated. However, his choice of attire intentionally clashed with this scene. With immaculate white pants, an elegantly shining white shirt, and a blue wool vest adorned with white stripes, he was a vibrant note amid corporate monotony.
The contrast was even more pronounced with his red velvet loafers, adding a bold touch to his style. Every step Damián took provoked murmurs of surprise and admiration. His red-blond hair, styled asymmetrically, reflected an aura of daring, with a medium length and a touch of rock, while the sunglasses added a touch of mystery.
Details did not go unnoticed: a dazzling ring on his right hand, whose value defied calculations, and a gold watch testified to his refined taste. In a sea of formality, Damián was the personification of boldness and style, a figure that stood out imposingly.
As he ascended gracefully in the silent elevator toward the top of the imposing tower, Damian was immersed in his own thoughts.
Some individuals seem to carry a shadow of luck with them, with accurate hunches, always taking the right steps, and dreams materializing as if by magic. It seems that the universe conspires to protect and spoil them. He, however, does not fit into that category. For people like him, their duty is to look four times before crossing the street; there is only the sun above him, and for a while, he adopted a mantra, "I knew this was going to go wrong," becoming a routine habit.
Luck, for most, is an occasional visitor in life; misfortune, is a more constant companion. Yet, some nurture the hope that there will be a day when the universe will smile, unleashing something magical that will change the course of existence.
Unfortunately, this hope has shattered at various moments in his life, and when he looks in the elevator mirrors, an unpleasant sensation runs through his senses. No, he is not a magnet for luck; he is just one of those souls marked by misfortune. At certain moments in his existence, he used to think that the universe, if aware of his existence, simply chooses to ignore him. And, honestly, he couldn't blame it for that.
The elevator door opens, and Damián finds himself immersed in a spectacle of innovation and technological excitement. The transition from the luxury of the penthouse to the technological department is instantaneous, marked by the soft hum of machines and the brightness from a giant holographic panel dominating the environment.
A Technological Department: Like a Beating Heart of Innovation.
Damian enters a futuristic environment where technology challenges the limits of the imaginable. A giant holographic panel occupies a wall, displaying a dynamic dance of images and indices, as if directly connected to the pulse of the world. Real-time stock exchanges, interactive world maps, and complex data dance in perfect harmony.
About 20 people, each immersed in their holographic screens, advanced keyboards, and virtual reality, work tirelessly to decipher the codes of innovation. The atmosphere is electric, driven by intensity and vigor.
The Presidential Kadman Penthouse: The Corporate Sanctuary.
Crossing the threshold, Damián is greeted by an elegant synthesis of classical luxury and cutting-edge technology. The warm scent of polished wood blends with the soft hum of high-tech devices, creating a unique atmosphere.
Premier consoles, custom-designed for special operations centers, fill the space, displaying a variety of state-of-the-art devices that coexist harmoniously with relics of bygone eras.
Kate, the assistant, sitting at her strategically positioned desk in the room with four seats beside her, spots Damián approaching with two security guards. The young man walking toward her doesn't seem to be there for an ordinary business meeting.
Damián gives Kate an ironic look, as if about to embark on a play with a poorly written and scandalous script. It was time for him to be the "nothing" he wanted to be "everything."
Greeting politely, Damián introduces himself. Kate, in turn, already recognizes him, having seen numerous photos of the omega on magazine and newspaper covers.
Damián gets straight to the point: "I'm here to see Adam!" He notices a certain apprehension in the assistant's eyes.
In an attempt to ease the situation, he formally introduces himself as Damián Lyon-Bowes.
Kate, knowing him, narrows her eyes and responds politely, without missing any details in the expression of the omega in front of her. "Mr. Kadman is in a meeting." With courtesy, she stands up and explains that Damian will have to wait for its conclusion.
However, seeking to make a good impression, Kate expresses, "It's a pleasure to have you here." She asks if she can present the entire space to Damián, with a gleam in her eyes.
Immediately, she begins a presentation tour of the presidential floor, highlighting the private office where the meeting is taking place, then moving on to the conference room and advanced technological features. This includes video conferencing, cameras, and microphones covering the entire room, as well as state-of-the-art computers with neural links for touch, keyboard, and monitor, providing a unique technological experience.
And, of course, the office designated for confidential matters. With a smile, she continues, emphasizing that in this space, only Miss Taylor is authorized to enter, ensuring maximum privacy and security for Kadman Enterprises.
Damián found himself in a dilemma, immersed in an environment that seemed fake but strangely also presented aspects of palpable reality. The persistent question echoed in his mind: did all these complexities have a purpose to bring him back to his real world, or was he destined to wander indefinitely in this distorted scenario?
However, his thoughts were interrupted by the desire to drive the protagonist's plot, a role he sought to assign to Taylor. Damián longed to see her stunning, ready to fight for Adam, and the incomprehension of why she simply accepted without resisting intensified. Would Taylor be the perfect protagonist for Adam, or was she destined to be a supporting character in her own story?
Driven by these inquiries, Damián deliberately ignored Kate's
words, immersed in his own internal narrative. "Sure, in the meeting you mentioned that Adam is?" was his automatic response, while his thoughts delved into the complexities of this intricate plot.
Kate, maintaining a polite posture and assuming the role of a guide about to conduct a presentation tour, began detailing the meeting room. In the meeting, Mr. Adam Kadman is joined by the efficient Miss Taylor, highlighted as a pillar of efficiency in financial operations.
Advisors Luke, a technology specialist, Martin, a logistics specialist, and Wood, in charge of communication and public relations, played strategic roles in the Kadman company. Wood, in particular, was the public voice of the presidency, responsible for shaping strategic narratives and dealing with the media to maintain the company's impeccable image.
The environment became more dynamic as Damian, immersed in his own script, began weaving the threads of this emotional intrigue, hoping that every gesture and word could trigger surprising twists. The stage was set, and Damian was ready to guide this game of intrigues to the climax.
By opening the door without prior notice and seeing Adam, the action took center stage. Damián advanced with determination, his steps echoing in the room until the culmination point where he threw himself onto Adam, unleashing a series of chain reactions. The world around him seemed to slow down, and at the peak of the movement, Adam slid the chair back with studied grace, projecting himself to catch Damian in his arms.
Adam's muscles reacted instinctively, rising agilely and fluidly to capture Damián in a surprisingly firm embrace. The physical contact between them, initially full of impulse and surprise, quickly transformed into a harmony of gestures, as if the bodies had practiced that movement countless times before.
The enveloping hug, almost choreographed, conveyed a sense of familiarity, while Adam held Damián securely. Time seemed to have a pause, allowing the atmosphere to be impregnated with warm electricity. At that moment, Adam's expression revealed a mixture of surprise, joy, and a subtle touch of emotion, forming a vivid portrait of the intensity of the encounter.
In the instant their eyes connected, Damián got lost in the vast sea of Adam's icy blue eyes. Time seemed to have been suspended, and the room, once full of sounds, fell silent. The words, initially stuck in his throat, dissipated in the contemplation of the man before him.
Adam, with his impeccable features, radiated a beauty that made Damián forget even to breathe. The sideways smile on Adam's lips revealed calm confidence, highlighting every perfect detail: aligned teeth, full lips, sculpted nose, and cheekbones that accentuated his mask of tranquility.
"Are you okay? Need help?" Adam's deep voice broke the silence, carrying with it a calm that suggested constant mastery, as if his words were a treasure rarely shared.
Damián, immersed in the intensity of the moment, felt an uncontrollable urge to touch Adam but restrained himself. He nodded, a silent response to Adam's words, but his eyes still reflected the surprise and intensity of the encounter. Adam, realizing the small audience around, added with a touch of humor:
"Well, I didn't expect you to throw yourself into my arms like that, but after all, I guess it wouldn't be appropriate for the occasion, as we have a small audience."
Damián let out a spontaneous and loud laugh, an explosion of joy that echoed in the room. His infectious laughter broke the tension, transforming the moment into an unexpected celebration. The atmospherically charged atmosphere now vibrated with a lighter energy, as if the encounter had sparked a spark of humor that would illuminate the path ahead.
"I'm going out for lunch."
Taylor quickly raises her head.
"But, Adam..." She stops talking when he raises his hand.
"It's definite, Miss Taylor."
"Yes, sir."
He nods, and the room is empty.
Adam is a man of few words for her; they are beginning to cross the barrier of intimacy. Is she the only one who finds all of this suspicious?
Wood then makes a surprising comment: "My God, it looked like a movie scene."
"In a scene like that, I'd be face down. What a scene, what envy!" Luke mocks.
"But he... Fell into the arms of the handsome alpha. Continue, Wood."
"It was great; the 'Emperor of Ice Eyes' surprised me," Wood sighed.
"Emperor of Ice Eyes?" Martin asks.
"That's how I mentally call him," Wood responds.
"Wood..." Martin pronounces his name, in a warning tone, and he lets out a discreet laugh.