The afternoon sun slanted through the villa's tall windows, filling the living room with a calm, honey-colored glow. Dust motes drifted lazily in the air, catching the light as if the universe itself wanted to slow down and watch the scene unfold.
Claude sat in the corner of the room, his laptop open on the low wooden table. His posture was sharp and composed, one hand resting on the keyboard, the other tapping a pen lightly against the edge of the desk. From afar, he looked every bit the focused CEO—the kind of man who could run multiple empires without breaking a sweat.
But in truth, his mind wasn't entirely on the spreadsheet in front of him.
