The car pulled to a smooth stop in front of the company building, a towering glass behemoth that screamed "we have money and we're not afraid to use it." Jonathan barely waited for Azura to step out before he zoomed off toward the parking lot, probably eager to escape his sister's chaotic energy.
Azura stood alone on the sidewalk, spinning in a slow circle as she took in the building.
So this was Quinn Enterprise.
She had absolutely no idea if this company belonged to the pack and was just managed by Adrian's family, or if it was actually their family's private property. But honestly? She didn't care enough to ask.
Corporate structures were a mystery to her. In her past life, she'd been a freelance artist—the closest she'd ever gotten to "corporate" was when she had to email a client about payment. Even the only business roles she knew were the ones from romance novels: CEO, secretary, and the mysterious janitor who was secretly the heir to a trillion-dollar empire.
