Fated reborn - Chapter 234: Chapter 234

Dorian’s POv.
I followed her, slowly seeing the exit door in a distance as i turned to my back to see if marcus was behind, and immediately i turned to look at trini's direction she vanished.
I came out of the exit door, feeling the fresh breeze hit my face—
The morning air was crisp, the kind that made your lungs feel clean when you breathed in. I wasn’t exactly in the mood for a busy day, but when Marcus mentioned that we’d be following Luciano and Victor to work, I figured it was better than pacing around the packhouse, losing my mind over Trini.
*Minutes later*
So here we were.
The car ride was quiet, but not tense. Marcus sat beside me, arms crossed, looking out the window. Luciano was up front, speaking in low tones to Victor about something I wasn’t paying much attention to. My mind was still tangled in everything that had happened earlier, still stuck on the way Trini had looked at me—like she felt the pull but hated it at the same time.
I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through my hair.
The car slowed as we pulled into a private underground parking lot, and when the engine cut, we all stepped out. The second my boots hit the pavement, I looked up at the building.
Tall. Massive. Sleek glass reflected the morning sun, towering over everything like a damn monument.
I let out a low whistle. So this is the tallest building in the pack.
Victor must’ve caught the way I was staring because he smirked. “Six thousand feet,” he said, voice full of pride.
Luciano, standing beside him, added, “Tallest structure in the region. Not just for show either—top-tier security, full smart system integration, and the best tech money can buy. We make sure of that.”
I nodded, impressed. Marcus hummed beside me, hands shoved in his pockets as he took it all in.
The respect they commanded here was obvious. The second we started walking toward the entrance, people took notice. Security nodded, employees straightened up, and every damn person we passed made sure to acknowledge them. It wasn’t just authority they had—it was power.
The main doors slid open with a smooth, near-silent motion, leading into a sleek, modern lobby. Polished marble floors, high ceilings, and a layout that screamed both wealth and efficiency.
We stepped into the elevator, and as soon as the doors shut, Luciano pressed his thumb to a scanner on the panel.
A small beep.
The screen flickered, then the entire panel shifted, revealing a hidden set of buttons.
Marcus let out a low whistle. “Now that’s a high-tech lock.”
Luciano smirked slightly. “Keeps the wrong people out.”
The elevator shot upward, smooth as hell. No jerking, no awkward shifts—just clean, fast movement.
When the doors opened, we stepped out onto an executive floor that was just as impressive as the rest of the building.
And then, a soft knock at the door.
A second later, it swung open, and a woman stepped in, carrying a sleek leather folder in one hand and a tablet in the other.
Clara.
Professional. Sharp. Dressed in a way that made it clear she was the kind of person who got things done.
She walked in with confidence, barely sparing Marcus or me a glance at first as she made her way straight to Luciano’s desk.
“Morning,” she greeted smoothly, placing the folder in front of him.
Luciano barely looked up. “Clara.”
Then, almost as if she just remembered there were guests in the room, her eyes flicked to us.
Her expression shifted slightly—not surprised, exactly, but definitely more attentive.
Luciano leaned back in his chair, gesturing toward us. “Dorian. Marcus. They’ll be spending the day with us.”
Clara’s gaze sharpened, then softened just as quickly. She nodded once, professional as ever. “Welcome.”
Her tone was polite, but I didn’t miss the way she took a second longer to really look at us—like she was filing away details, making mental notes.
Luciano flipped open the folder, scanning the pages inside. “What’s on the agenda today?”
Clara adjusted the tablet in her hand. “A shareholder meeting in an hour. Several key investors will be attending, along with the usual board members.”
Victor exhaled through his nose. “That’ll be fun.”
Luciano ignored him, glancing at Marcus and me. “You up for it?”
Marcus shrugged. “Why not?”
I just nodded. Not like I had anything better to do.
Clara continued. “After that, a brief site inspection on the 47th floor. Then a call with the tech department about the upcoming security upgrades.”
Luciano nodded, already flipping the page in the folder. “Anything urgent?”
“Nothing that can’t wait until after the meeting,” Clara said smoothly. Then, after a pause, “I’ll make sure everything is set up.”
With that, she turned, giving us another polite nod before walking out.
Marcus leaned back slightly. “She’s efficient.”
Victor snorted. “That’s an understatement.”
Luciano didn’t comment, just closed the folder and stood. “Let’s go.”
The meeting room was massive.
Not just in size, but in presence.
A long, polished table sat at the center, surrounded by high-backed chairs. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in plenty of natural light, casting long shadows over the dark wood.
And the people?
Powerful.
Dressed sharp, speaking in measured tones, each one carrying the air of someone who mattered.Investors. Shareholders. Pack members who had a real stake in things.
The second we walked in, every single head turned.
I expected curiosity. Maybe even some wariness.
What I didn’t expect, Was respect.
Not just for Luciano and Victor.
But for us.
A few of them stood, nodding in greeting. Others murmured to each other, watching closely as we took our seats.
Luciano barely acknowledged it, just sat down like he owned the place. Victor did the same, casual but completely in control.
Marcus and I exchanged a glance before following suit.
The meeting started smoothly—Clara leading the introductions, key points being discussed, financial reports, projections.
I listened carefully, watching the way these people moved, the way they spoke. It wasn’t just about numbers or business. It was strategy. Power dynamics. Everyone here knew their place, knew what they brought to the table.
And somehow, Marcus and I had just been placed at that same table.
It was subtle.
The way people deferred to us. The way questions were directed toward Luciano, but eyes flicked to us like they were gauging our reactions.
Marcus noticed it too.
I could tell by the way his expression shifted, the way he sat just a little straighter, more aware of the attention.
By the time the meeting wrapped up, I felt it.
The weight of it.
We weren’t just guests here.
We were being recognized.
Acknowledged.
And even though my mind was still tangled in thoughts of Trini, I couldn’t ignore the shift happening right in front of me.