Grumpy attitude
Voss Industries Inc.
The sleek black car pulled into the underground parking lot of Voss Industries Inc., the headquarters of one of the most powerful conglomerates in the country. As Alexander stepped out, the weight of his responsibilities felt heavier than usual, but the sketchbook in his hand filled him with a rare determination.
The building's design was as imposing as the man himself—sharp edges, towering glass panels, and a logo of a falcon mid-flight, symbolizing strength and precision. This empire was the legacy of Reginald Voss, Alexander's father, a man who was as ruthless in business as he was cold in his relationships.
Alexander strode through the grand lobby, his presence commanding immediate attention. Employees who had been milling about quickly scattered, their whispers trailing behind him.
"Mr. Voss is here."
"He looks different today."
"Do you think the Hargrove issue is finally resolved?"