After dropping Celina at her office, Miles turned the wheel toward Cinder Square. Morning traffic flowed smoothly, the city already alive with purpose, unaware of the silent currents moving beneath its surface. Sterling Enterprises rose ahead of him, glass and steel reflecting the pale sky, calm on the outside, decisive within.
As Miles stepped out of the car, he spotted a familiar figure heading toward the entrance.
"Dion."
Dion turned, surprised for a brief second before smiling. "Good morning Miles. You are late today."
"I got caught up in something on the way."
They fell into step together, walking toward the private elevator. The hum of the building surrounded them, polished floors and quiet efficiency.
"The shipment you asked me about is ready to deliver," Dion said casually.
Miles nodded. "Great. Thanks for the hard work."
Dion chuckled softly. "You talk like a boss."
Miles glanced sideways, amused. "Am I not your boss?"
