2026-01-05 16:33:46The taxi crawled through Meridian City's morning traffic. Kai Walker sat in the back seat, watching the skyline shift from shabby mid-rise buildings to gleaming corporate towers.
The driver, a middle-aged man with graying temples, kept glancing at the rearview mirror. Finally, curiosity got the better of him.
"Zenith Corporation, you said?" He eyed Kai's plain black t-shirt and faded jeans. "You work there?"
"No."
"Job interview?"
"Not exactly. Just going to take a look." Kai's gaze remained fixed on the approaching skyscraper. "The CEO there works for me."
The driver's chuckle died in his throat. His eyes flicked to the mirror again, this time with something between pity and amusement.
Poor delusional kid. Probably watched too many CEO dramas. The driver shook his head internally. Next he'll tell me he's secretly a billionaire.
"Right. Sure he does, kid," the driver said aloud, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "And I'm best friends with the mayor. You need me to drop you at a hospital instead? Get your head checked?"
Kai didn't respond.
The driver snorted. "Look, son, I've been driving this cab for twenty years. You know how many kids like you I've seen? Walking into these big buildings thinking they're gonna be somebody? The world doesn't work like that. Those people up there?" He jerked his thumb toward Zenith Tower. "They'd step over you without even noticing."
Silence filled the cab for the rest of the drive.
When they pulled up to Zenith Tower's entrance, the driver just took the fare and drove off, shaking his head.
Kai stood on the sidewalk, tilting his head back to take in the full height of the building. Fifty-three floors of dark glass and steel. Ten years ago, Master Donovan had set this up for him. Now, Vincent had turned it into something magnificent.
He straightened his shoulders and walked through the revolving doors.
The lobby was a cathedral of marble and chrome. Water features trickled along one wall. Abstract sculptures dotted the space. Men and women in expensive suits moved with purpose, their footsteps clicking against polished floors.
Kai made it three steps before a voice stopped him.
"Excuse me, sir?"
The receptionist looked up from her desk. She was young, professional, with dark hair pulled into a neat bun. "Can I help you?"
"I need to see Vincent Shaw."
Her smile tightened. Around them, several people in the lobby turned to look. A businessman in a three-piece suit paused mid-stride. Two women near the elevator bank stopped their conversation.
"Mr. Shaw?" The receptionist's voice rose slightly. "Do you have an appointment?"
"No. But if you call him and tell him I'm here, he'll come down."
Whispers rippled through the lobby.
"—did he just say Vincent Shaw would come down—"
"—what's this kid thinking—"
"—probably doesn't even know who he's talking about—"
The receptionist forced a polite smile. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Shaw is extremely busy. Without an appointment, he won't see anyone. If you'd like to submit a formal request through our website—"
"Just call him," Kai interrupted quietly. "Tell him Kai Walker is in the lobby."
“Sir, I really wish I could, but..." Her voice held genuine regret, like she actually wanted to help but her hands were tied. "That's not how this works. Mr. Shaw has protocols. I could lose my job if I—”
"He will for me."
A businessman let out a short snort, and the whispers in the room grew louder.
The receptionist reached for her phone.
"Ms. Park."
A woman’s voice sliced through the lobby—smooth but firm, carrying unmistakable authority.
Every head turned. The crowd immediately straightened, several people offering hasty greetings.
"Good morning, Ms. Hwang—"
"Ms. Hwang, wonderful to see you—"
The woman who approached was tall, probably in her early thirties, with sharp features. Her burgundy suit was perfectly tailored, her heels adding another three inches to her already impressive height. She moved with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how much power she wielded.
Claire Hwang's gaze swept the scene and landed on Kai.
"What's going on here, Ms. Park?"
The receptionist looked visibly relieved. "This young man is insisting on seeing Mr. Shaw without an appointment. I was just explaining—"
"I see." Claire's attention fixed on Kai. She looked him up and down. "And you are?"
"Kai Walker. I need to speak with Vincent Shaw."
"Mr. Shaw doesn't take walk-in meetings." Claire's voice was cold. "Particularly not with unscheduled visitors."
"He'll make an exception."
Claire's expression hardened. She turned to Ms. Park, her voice rising just enough to carry across the lobby.
"Is Mr. Shaw someone you can see just because you want to? Should we start letting every person off the street demand his time? Today it's him, tomorrow it's someone else, what about the day after? Ms. Park, if you can't handle basic screening procedures, perhaps you'd be better suited to working in the warehouse!"
Ms. Park's face flushed. "I'm sorry, Ms. Hwang. I was just—"
"I'll handle this." Claire turned back to Kai. "Young man, I suggest you leave now. Be sensible. Walk out that door with your dignity intact."
Kai didn't move.
Claire's eyes narrowed. "The security here isn't just for show, don't make this difficult."
Kai remained where he stood.
Claire's patience snapped. She gestured sharply to the security guards positioned near the walls. "Security! Teach this man a lesson."
Three guards in dark uniforms moved forward. Their hands rested on their belts, near their weapons. The crowd pulled out their phones, some could barely suppress their excitement.
A jolt of shock rippled through the lobby. This was the kind of drama people would talk about for weeks.
Kai's expression didn't change. He stood calm and composed, his body shifting slightly as he prepared to move.
"STOP!"
The voice exploded through the lobby like a gunshot. Everyone froze.
Vincent Shaw stood by the elevators, his face pale with shock, then flushed with fury. His hand was raised, commanding absolute attention.
"Everyone," he said, his voice carrying across the marble floor. "Stop. Now."
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