The elevator hums gently as it ascends to the top floors of The Spireline Hotel, it's perfectly polished mirror-walls shine, reflecting the four passengers in crystal clear detail.
Veala stands in the center, calm, confident and poised in her black slacks and blazer, arms crossed, jaw locked and every inch of her body radiating a carefully curated look of authority, Her clothes clinging to her figure with subtle precision, and behind her eyes… war plans, strategy and an iron resolve.
Kai and Lucien, meanwhile, can't stop smirking.
Lucien leans in close to Kai, whispering something before both men chuckle like misbehaving children.
"What's gotten into you two?" Elsuana groans from a corner, clutching her folder to her chest. "Get a hold of yourselves. You're acting like you've never seen a woman before."
Lucien smirks. "Not one like her."
"It's like walking next to a goddess." Kai adds. "It's impossible not to smile."
