Zane Reyes's mornings ran like a precision instrument.
By eight, his Maserati sat in the underground bay of Star Engineering Tower. By eight-oh-five, he was in his office — a high-walled expanse of glass, slate, and chrome overlooking a city he had helped engineer into obedience.
The skyline was a grid of promises; his day a schedule carved into minutes: contracts, investors, and board reviews.
Control was a currency he never squandered.
At eight-thirty, the door chimed. Jordan, tablet in hand, entered first; Lisabeth followed with her mint-scented calm and a folder of neat paper.
"Quick update before nine-thirty," Jordan said, crisp as clockwork.
Zane didn't look up. His eyes stayed on the schematic blueprints flickering on the display. "Proceed."
Lisabeth set the folder down. "Department reports and signatures. Also—IT finalized two audits and signed a new development partnership. External vendor: Silverline Systems."
