The Launch Of Atlas (Part 2)

Zack had beaten him to it.

Ethan sighed, pulling his Porsche into an empty spot. He turned off the ignition, stepped out of the car, and adjusted his tie. His shoes clacked against the pavement as he straightened his silver tuxedo.

The staff was already hard at work.

A few maids were sweeping the drive-through with large brooms, their movements swift and methodical.

Inside, more workers could be seen, adjusting table placements, wiping down glass surfaces, ensuring everything was spotless.

He took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp morning air mixed with the faint scent of fresh flowers from the entrance garden.

This was his moment.

Stepping through the glass doors, the cool, luxurious interior of ATLAS greeted him.

The marble floors gleamed under the soft overhead lighting, and the grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling sparkled as the light hit it just right.