Nathan walked through the heavy glass doors of his private building after a long day at his firm.
He adjusted the cuffs of his light grey double-breasted suit while walking toward the private elevator.
The quiet hallway always brought him a sense of peace after spending hours inside high-stakes boardrooms.
He carried a heavy leather briefcase that contained vital documents regarding his family's massive estate.
His empire had grown significantly over the past five years through sheer dedication and relentless hard work.
Yet his personal life felt hollow ever since the painful disappearance of his young daughter years ago.
He pushed the glowing button for the top floor penthouse with a heavy, tired sigh.
The elevator rose smoothly while soft classical music played gently through the high-end speakers overhead.
Nathan checked his gold wrist watch and noticed that the evening dinner hour was rapidly approaching.
His new wife Victoria was hosting an exclusive charity event for local high society members tonight.
She had spent weeks planning every detail to ensure the evening showcased their incredible wealth.
The elevator doors slid open quietly to reveal the bright white polished marble floor of the main corridor.
An American flag hung proudly on the accent wall near the entrance of the bright residence.
Nathan stepped forward onto the cold stone floor while listening to the strange silence inside the home.
He expected to hear catering staff preparing plates or music floating gently through the high ceilings.
Instead, a cold draft seemed to blow through the wide corridor near the private guest bedrooms.
He paused near the entryway while setting his polished briefcase down against the smooth mahogany table.
A faint murmur of voices echoed from around the sharp corner near the utility hallway door.
Nathan frowned because guests were never allowed near that private section of the high-end apartment.
He decided to check on the situation before the rest of the wealthy dinner guests arrived.