THIRD PERSON POV (NARRATOR'S POV)

The building stretched wide and glassy, a monument of wealth that seemed almost untouchable from the outside. Inside, though, it hummed like a living thing, with phones ringing, printers whirring, shoes clattering against marble, the low murmur of meetings seeping through half-closed doors. It smelled faintly of polished wood, ink, and expensive coffee.

Aria hadn’t expected to care. Usually, this was Kane’s world—cold and metallic, all ...