The elevator doors parted with a soft ding, and Kingsley strode into the gleaming marble lobby of Rowe Global. Everything was immaculate. Too immaculate. Staff moved with calm professionalism, not the frantic energy he’d expected. His shoes echoed as he made his way to the executive floor, heart thudding, expecting chaos. But… nothing.

The air was crisp. The lights were on. Screens displayed stock tickers—steady, green. No alarms. No emergencies. No crisis.

He walked through the ...