Crisp, hurried footsteps rang through the brightly lit corridor. Before the glass curtain wall that ran the length of the hall, the vivid green leaves of broadleaf plants added a touch of life to the metallic walls brimming with technological flair.
No matter who it was, the first time they entered Wayne Tower, they would always have the same thought: this did not feel like a corporate building, but an alien base.
Yet they also had to admit that this rigorous but not rigid style, one that highlighted a calm temperament while retaining a sense of vitality, was genuinely impressive.
When Amanda Waller appeared around the corner, there was not the slightest hint of relaxation on her face. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and every bit of her body language proclaimed that she had not wanted to come here at all.
But no one in this world could refuse an invitation from Bruce Wayne. No one had before, and no one ever would.
Amanda took a deep breath as she stopped outside the office door. She understood that this time, she was not meeting a student from Gotham University or Schiller's favored disciple, but the person in control of Wayne Enterprises—the undisputed number one corporation in the world in scale, size, and wealth.
As always, the world had to listen to Bruce Wayne's voice. When he invited someone for a conversation, even if it was only to discuss what they had eaten for lunch, they had to try to discern the intentions of this super-corporation's master from his few short words. Amanda was no exception.
The employee guiding her stepped forward and knocked softly on the door. From inside came a deep, resonant voice. "Come in."
When Amanda entered, Bruce, dressed in a shirt and suit trousers, was standing before