SECRET OF THE GODS

"A man, dressed in an opulent anthracite-grey suit, firmly shook hands with a second, then a third and a fourth, at the pinnacle of a glass skyscraper piercing the gloomy, ominous sky. The vibrant group had just finalized a momentous deal: the deal of a lifetime.
Dael Moore took great pleasure in flashing a smile, his piercing, penetrating eyes fixed on his Russian-speaking collaborators, who possessed thick English accents. His aura and charisma emanated from his dual British and Canadian nationality, contrasting with his dark complexion, brown hair, and angular features, an unconventional and improbable combination. His amber irises were his most formidable asset, which he had mastered.
The secretary, a slender woman in an impeccably tailored suit, picked up the freshly signed contracts and the glasses that had been emptied of Imperia vodka just moments ago. She met his gaze without flinching, cold and unyielding, before leaving the office, which boasted an unobstructed view of the capital and spanned the entire expanse of the building."