19. The King Arrives
Brooks Multinational Headquarters — The King Arrives
The sleek black car rolled to a stop in front of the massive glass building—
Brooks Multinational Headquarters.
Thirty stories of power, wealth, reputation, and dominance.
The moment the security cameras detected the license plate,
the atmosphere inside the building changed instantly.
Employees straightened their backs.
Directors stopped arguing.
Assistants fixed their ties and hair.
The front desk receptionist nearly dropped her coffee.
Kyron stepped out first.
Then—
Maximilian Brooks walked out of the car.
Tall.
Immaculate suit.
Expression unreadable.
Presence sharp enough to cut air.
People walking by the entrance froze mid-step.
Those sitting stood immediately.
Some bowed their heads respectfully; others just stared in awe.
Whispers rushed through the lobby:
"The President is here…"
"Why does he look even more terrifying today?"
"Shh! Lower your voice! He can hear everything…"
"His aura is insane…"
"He's too handsome… God help me…"
" Damn ..what a hotty..!!! Deriving me crazy ..."
Maximilian ignored all of it as he walked through the grand lobby,
long strides, silent confidence radiating from him like a storm under control.
As he approached the elevators,
employees quickly pressed the button for him,
stepping back like soldiers making way for a commander.
A group of female employees blushed deeply.
One whispered:
"He looked at me—did he? DID HE?"
Her friend slapped her arm.
"He was looking at the wall, calm down."
The elevator doors opened.
Only he and Kyron entered—
everyone else knew better than to share the lift with the CEO unless invited.
The doors closed.
Kyron handed him a tablet.
"Sir, the board has already gathered in the meeting room. They're waiting for you."
Maximilian didn't look up.
"They can wait."
Kyron hid a small smile.
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Top Floor — The Royal Territory --
When Maximilian stepped out of the elevator,
every employee on the top floor rose from their seats instantly.
"Good morning, President Brooks!"
Voices echoed in perfect unison.
His footsteps echoed across the marble floor as he walked toward his office.
Directors waiting in the hallway bowed deeply.
Assistants lowered their heads respectfully.
Even the tough, scarred head of security straightened like a schoolboy.
If power had a human form—
it was him.
He reached his office doors—massive, dark wood, gold nameplate—
and Kyron pulled them open.
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Inside the CEO's Office ---
Maximilian walked inside.
Spacious.
Minimalist.
Cold.
Elegantly intimidating.
Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the entire city.
He stood behind his desk, looking at the skyline with calculating eyes.
Kyron placed the first set of files in front of him.
"Your negotiation with Zenith International begins in fifteen minutes. Shall I prepare the conference room?"
Maximilian slid one finger across the first page, reading with frightening speed.
"Yes."
Kyron bowed.
"Right away, President Brooks."
He exited.
Maximilian took a slow sip of black coffee,
the calm before the war of meetings, contracts, and negotiations began.
But even as he stood in the center of his empire—
his mind silently whispered back to his mother.
To Hollowmist Hospital.
To the curse.
His eyes darkened.
"I will protect them," he murmured.
Then he straightened his cuffs, picked up the file,
and walked out to dominate the business world again.
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