Lucian's car pulled up in front of the towering glass skyscraper, and as the door opened, he stepped out with an almost uncharacteristic lightness in his step.
For a man whose usual demeanor was cold and impenetrable, today was different.
He was smiling—a full, unrestrained smile. It wasn't a grin of the usual corporate politeness, but one that made his eyes sparkle with contentment. He seemed almost...giddy.
His bodyguards stood nearby, as usual, their faces unreadable, but even they couldn't help but notice the stark contrast in his mood.
Lucian strode towards the entrance with a spring in his step, his usual aura of coldness replaced by something warmer, lighter.
The security guards at the front doors nodded at him respectfully, but their eyes lingered in quiet surprise.
They had seen Lucian walk through those doors hundreds of times, but never like this.
