At that moment, the tall, suited man entered the chamber quietly but with urgency written all over his movements. He didn't need to say much his face, his pace, and the thick envelope in his hand spoke louder than words. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and bowed deeply before her.
"My Lady," he said, his voice low, respectful, but urgent. "We've received an immediate request. From the look of things, it's highly sensitive… and time-bound."
The room was quiet dimly lit, elegant, and cold. She sat in a high-backed chair, her legs crossed, swirling a glass of dark wine, her expression unreadable.
With a slight flick of her hand, she gestured for him to approach.
He stepped forward and placed the sealed document on the obsidian desk before her.
Without a word, she reached out, peeled back the envelope, and pulled out the contents. Her sharp eyes scanned the details with practiced ease.
Then, suddenly, a slow, dangerous smile curled at the corners of her mouth.
