Ambrose's POV
The city was far below me. From the highest part of the Volten Tower, the buildings stretched out, a monument showing my power. The people down below hurried like ants to work, never knowing their jobs and lives were controlled by me.
I got to my office before the sun was all the way up. I always did that. Having control is what makes the strong different from the weak. My workers knew that. When the elevator doors opened, it got very quiet on the floor. The secretaries lowered their heads, the interns stopped moving, and even the managers fixed their ties.
"Good morning, Mr. Volten," they all said, sounding nervous.
I didn't answer them. I didn't need to. Respect can be asked for, but fear must be earned.
I had run this company based on fear, weakness starts when you're not being feared.
The office had an elegant look to it, with black leather and shiny white marble. One wall was all glass, showing the city below. A long table had files stacked on it.
