Shoulders pulled back, posture straight, Adriel stepped into the office, the scent of polished wood and fresh coffee hitting him like a routine inspection.
Every eye turned to him—some with curiosity, others indifferent, quickly returning to their own responsibilities. He felt the familiar pressure settle over his shoulders as he crossed the lobby.
Smile and nod, he thought to himself. No one was going to bite him. Not physically, at least.
As the silver elevator ascended to the conference room, he could almost sense Hale's presence lurking nearby, a new tell-tale sign that his uncle was already there.
Adriel stepped out of the elevator, the polished floor gleaming underfoot as he approached the tall doors. He paused for a moment, bracing himself, then pushed the door open.
