Wildberry (Ceoau)

The glass-and-steel canyons of the Royal Berry District were still shimmering under the morning sun when Wildberry stepped out of his black sedan. Even in a tailored, charcoal-wool suit, he looked less like a CEO and more like a fortress that had decided to go into venture capital. He didn't wait for his assistants. He simply marched toward the towering Hollyberry Plaza, his heavy footsteps echoing against the marble like a countdown. "Sir! Mr. Wildberry, wait!" Two assistants—young, harried, and clutching tablets like shields—scrambled to catch up as the lobby’s gold-plated elevators dinked open. "The catering report," the first one panted, adjusting their glasses. "Princess Cookie has rejected the royal jelly tartlets for the third time. She says they lack 'pizzazz.' Also, the f