Located at the corner of the executive floor, it commanded attention through sheer architectural presence.
Floor-to-ceiling windows on two walls offered panoramic views of the city sprawling below, the financial district's gleaming towers to the east, the river's silver ribbon to the south, and the industrial zones hazed with distance to the west.
The afternoon sun slanted through the glass, casting geometric patterns across polished marble floors.
The space was large, not quite as expansive as Lu Zeyan's presidential suite, but substantial enough to make a statement about the importance of whoever occupied it.
The furniture was expensive in that understated way that screamed serious money: a massive desk of dark wood that looked like it had been carved from a single tree, leather chairs that probably cost more than most people's monthly salaries, a conference table that could seat eight comfortably, and built-in shelving that lined one wall from floor to ceiling.
