Ariel took a deep breath and walked into the office.
The spacious room was covered in a white cashmere carpet and filled with mahogany furniture—understated yet luxurious.
A faint scent of bliss floated in the air.
Ariel scanned the room and instantly recognized that everything in it was incredibly expensive, though outsiders might not notice.
She couldn't help but admire Lucius's taste, despite his rumored bad character.
A male assistant walked out of a suite nearby.
"You must be Miss Ocean. Please hand over the documents to me."
"Is President Golden not here?" Ariel asked, surprised.
The assistant replied politely, "President Golden had a cross-border meeting all night and hasn't slept yet. He's resting in the study. I'll take the documents to him."
Ariel quickly caught the underlying message—she wasn't important enough to meet President Golden in person yet.
She handed over the documents without protest.
