Next Morning in the office, The hum of the city below was faint—muted by the elevation and thick soundproof walls. Inside, the air was calm but charged, as if the silence itself knew something important was about to unfold.
A light knock.
June opened the door and stepped in, poised as always."Boss, Miss Noelle is here. She's brought a legal representative as well."
Miles, who had been reviewing reports on his tablet, stood and straightened his coat."Let them in."
June nodded and stepped aside.
Noelle entered the room with her usual professional grace. She wore a subtle smile, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor. Beside her, an elderly man in a grey suit—polished shoes, sharp glasses—gave a respectful bow.
"Good morning, Chairman Sterling," Noelle greeted, extending her hand.
Miles took it firmly, giving a polite nod. "Good morning, Miss Noelle. Please, have a seat."
