As Gillian Henderson's clever plans were slowly coming to fruition, the Steele Complex and its residents were... celebrating.
The early sunlight streamed through the towering windows of the domescraper, its golden rays glinting off polished steel surfaces and casting intricate patterns across the sleek black marble floors.
The air carried the buoyant charge of triumph, a palpable sense of victory following Darren Steele's recent acquisition of Delverate, a coup that had solidified his empire's dominance.
But this celebration was not for everyone.
Darren was still troubled, rightfully so as there were things that hadn't been straightened out yet.
He stood in the heart of the operations wing, arms folded tightly across his chest, his gaze fixed on the expansive, curved data board dominating the wall.
It was Trendteller's growth, and even as worrisome as the slight dip appeared to be, it wasn't what Darren was presently thinking about.
