Denis stepped into Starlite Corp with the calm arrogance of a man used to commanding attention. His sharp eyes took in the clean, modest interior of the office, far simpler than the opulence of the Beaumont Group.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. 'So this is what Augustine is proud of? Just a small-time operation?' he thought with quiet disdain.
A young woman seated at the front desk noticed him and offered a polite smile. "Good afternoon, sir. May I help you?"
"I'm Denis Beaumont," he said with quiet authority.
The receptionist stiffened as she heard the name. Murmurs rose from a few nearby staff members. The CEO of the powerful Beaumont Group had walked in himself—a surprise none of them had anticipated.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't recognize you earlier," she stammered, flustered. "Please, have a seat while I inform—"
"That won't be necessary," Denis interrupted smoothly. "I'm here to see Augustine."
