Meeting The Storm

Evelyn

"Is this your idea of an office?" I looked at him in utter disbelief, "This is literally better than your house."

Yeah, I meant every word. Jacob's apartment was impressive—no denying that. But this, this was majestic. A colossal thirty-five-story building, meticulously adorned from every nook to the carpets and even the vases.

It was a marvel of architectural brilliance and corporate elegance. An entrance adorned with sleek, brushed steel doors welcomed visitors into a foyer awash in opulent tones. Polished marble floors reflected the soft illumination cast by crystal chandeliers overhead, infusing the space with an air of refined sophistication. And those floor-to-ceiling windows? They drenched the office in natural light, offering sweeping views of the bustling city below.

Past the reception area, the workspace unfurled like a perfectly orchestrated symphony—just as composed and beautiful as Jacob himself. Open-concept workstations boasted ergonomic chairs and cutting-edge d