Through the purple interface of the Investor System, the scene before him was the spectacle he'd always dreamed of.
Although he didn't notice it at first, with a "huh," his eyes finally realized what he was seeing and it hit him like a wave.
The atrium was alive: employees darted between workstations, phones rang in a staccato rhythm, and screens flickered with real-time market data.
Assistants carried stacks of documents, analysts huddled over laptops, and the air hummed with purpose.
Back when he was at Smithers Group, Darren had been one of these busy bees, grinding under someone else's vision. Now, he was the architect, he was the boss of every soul in this room.
Before he could take it all in, Rachel's voice cut through the din.
