"Get back to work," he said, his voice calm but with a weight that made even the air seem heavier.
As soon as he entered his office, the secretary followed, placing a stack of files on his desk. He didn't even glance up as he flipped open the first page, scanning line after line with razor-sharp focus. His movements were swift, precise, and commanding.
There was no trace of gentleness in him now.
The father who smiled at his daughter's drawings, who tied her shoelaces before school, was gone. In his place stood a strategist, a businessman with a mind like a blade and a soul tempered by years of battles in the corporate underworld.
He had clawed his way to the top quietly and methodically, never once revealing his face to the media or letting anyone connect the dots between the lowly "researcher" and the empire he truly controlled.
The room fell into silence except for the sound of papers turning and the faint hum of the city below.
