The morning sun poured through the tall glass windows of Lukas's office, casting a golden glow across the polished marble floors. His empire stretched wider than anyone could imagine, yet here in this towering building, he was still the same man—father, thinker, builder. The office was a symbol of quiet power: walls lined with rare books, a grand desk carved from walnut, and floor-to-ceiling windows that revealed the skyline of the city he helped shape.
Lukas's daily life had become a careful balance. His mornings often began with calls to international partners, reviewing reports that outlined the flow of billions across continents, and making decisions that would ripple through markets in seconds. But as much as the business demanded his mind, he never let it consume his soul. For him, wealth was a tool, not a master.
