The Alt Conglomerate.
In the spacious, brightly lit office, morning sunlight streamed gently through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows into every corner, dancing across the fine white walls and reflecting a warm, comfortable glow.
Beside every workstation stood a high-backed swivel chair, its material looking both stylish and comfortable, as though it could provide ideal support through even the longest workday. Several modern paintings adorned the walls, their abstract lines and bold colors lending an artistic touch to the professional setting.
"Please hurry along today's reports. Don't cut corners on anything that needs reporting. I'll go through them carefully when I have some free time."
"Yes, Miss Eiffel!"
In one corner of the office was a fully equipped kitchenette with a coffee machine, a microwave, and carefully arranged snacks and fruit. Beside it was a lounge area furnished with soft sofas and low coffee tables, with several potted plants tucked into the corners.
As she passed, Eiffel quietly swiped a piece of chocolate from a glass bowl and returned to her own office.
Eiffel's office differed in style from Jonas's. His office usually reflected his whims; whenever inspiration struck, provided it wasn't too much trouble, he was perfectly happy to change the decor every so often.
Eiffel, on the other hand, favored minimalism, much like the rest of the Alt Conglomerate's decor. She didn't care about such things and had simply picked a fairly nice office.
The first impression upon entering was one of openness and light, thanks to an entire wall of glass that admitted abundant natural light while offering a magnificent view of the city skyline. The walls were painted a soft white, forming an elegant contrast with the smooth, dark floor.
One wall had been converted into a practical storage area, lined with several minimalist floating bookshelves. Carefully