Ethan and Zack moved through the lower restaurant floor, the air buzzing with lively conversation, the clinking of cutlery, and the rich aroma of expertly prepared cuisine.
Despite this being the non-VIP section, Ethan never saw these guests as any less important.
Atlas wasn't just a place for the rich; it was built to be a luxury experience for anyone who stepped inside, whether they paid for a VIP pass or a regular one.
And today, on opening day, every single guest mattered.
They needed to see that Atlas wasn't just about exclusivity — it was about making every person here feel valued.
Ethan adjusted his suit, rolling his shoulders back, and took a deep breath.
"Alright," he muttered, glancing at Zack, "let's make sure people remember today."
Zack smirked. "That's the plan."