Alex pulled the car smoothly into the reserved executive bay outside 14 Central Corridor.
The obsidian glass tower rose high into the sky, its dark facade casting a long shadow across the quiet plaza. He stepped out of the vehicle, straightened his coat, and walked unhurriedly through the tall revolving doors into the lobby.
The ground floor was cavernous and mostly empty, lined with polished gray marble that reflected the recessed ceiling lights.
Naomi was already waiting near the central reception desk, holding a slim black leather portfolio in both hands.
She wore a tailored charcoal pencil skirt that hugged her waist and hips, paired with an ivory silk blouse left open at the top button, revealing the sharp line of her collarbone. Slender black heels accentuated her legs, while her dark hair was pinned up in an elegant arrangement that allowed a few loose strands to brush against her neck.
