I step out of the car. Morning sunlight spills across the city, warm and sharp, catching the edges of Kael Holdings like liquid gold. I tilt my head up. The building gleams in the light, powerful, untouchable. A faint smile curls on my lips. A new day. From now on, Neon, no laziness. This empire… it's yours to build. If you don't want to fall into poverty, if you want to survive, you need to work—like Zyren Kael—and raise this empire perfectly.
The guard bows lightly, eyes down, voice polite but measured. I barely notice, walking past them, my gaze snapping immediately to Deniz. As always, he's perfect—immaculate suit, crisp posture, tablet clutched in one hand, eyes sharp. He walks to me, the air around him calm but heavy with concern.
"Good morning, sir," he says, voice careful.
I smile, a soft, deliberate curve. "Good morning."
Deniz adjusts his glasses, brow creased. "Sir… Mr. Zyke—"
