The car's engine noise faded as Evander stepped out of the car. The Walton Corporation's towering glass building bounced the sunlight off its surface, making it sparkle on the pavement. Several employees, sharp in their suits and skirts, stopped for a moment to say hello.
"Good morning, Mr. Walton," a young woman called out with a polite smile.
"Morning," Evander replied, giving a slight nod. Walking confidently toward the entrance, his leather shoes tapping against the smooth marble floor.
As he pushed open the revolving doors, the lobby was as busy as ever—phones ringing, people talking, and the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air. Evander greeted a few more employees with a brief but polite smile, but his mind was clearly elsewhere.
He glanced at his watch. A little past nine. "Late," he thought with a half-smile, a rare softness showing on his face. His thoughts wandered to why he was late—Delphinia.
