It was clear that something had changed in Damian Clarke—or perhaps, he himself had changed.
The man who now walked through the towering glass doors of Clarke Industries carried an aura that was unmistakably commanding, a presence that demanded attention. Where once there had been hesitation, there was now resolve. Where timidity had resided, confidence had firmly taken root.
The employees whispered among themselves as they observed Alaric.
"Is that... Mr. Clarke? He looks different."
"Did he fire the guards just now?"
"I've never seen him like this. It's... intimidating."
Alaric heard none of it—or perhaps he chose not to. His mind was already spinning with thoughts of the changes he would bring to this company. Every glance of indifference, every casual whisper, every unbothered st
