The marble floors echoed with their footsteps as Cross led Marceline through the labyrinthine corridors of his corporate headquarters. The walls were adorned with abstract art pieces that probably cost more than most people's annual salaries, and the air carried the subtle scent of expensive cologne mixed with freshly brewed coffee from the executive lounge.

"Good morning, Mr. Cross," came the chorus of greetings from impeccably dressed employees who straightened their postures as their CEO passed by. Some cast curious glances at Marceline, no doubt recognizing her from the morning's headlines.

"Morning, Johnson. Sarah. Good to see you back, Martinez," Cross responded with practiced ease, his authoritative presence commanding respect...