Semua Bab Billionaire by Blood, Not by Name: Bab 11

The Quinn Group headquarters stood like a monument to money.Sixty-one floors of mirrored steel, each pane cut with architectural arrogance, as if the entire building had been raised from the bones of failed competitors. The front lobby was double-height, flooded with natural light, dominated by abstract sculpture, and so coldly curated it felt more like a museum for the rich than an office.Noah stood at the foot of it in boots that had seen better days, watching glass elevators snake up the interior like blood through arteries.He adjusted the collar of his cleanest button-down, ran a hand through his hair, and walked toward the revolving doors.They didn’t spin automatically.He pushed through.The moment he stepped inside, the temperature dropped.Not physically — but in tone.The floor gleamed like ice. The walls were soft gray, dotted with flickering digital panels looping Quinn Group commercials and investment projections. People in tailored suits strode past him like he didn’t