The Valmere Hotel's penthouse suite felt more like a royal palace than a corporate accommodation. Sleek black-and-gold fixtures gleamed from every corner, while soft lighting bathed the room in a subtle amber hue. Elias sat with Miss Jane across a marble coffee table, the freshly signed contract resting on the surface between them like an unspoken bond.
"Very well then," she said, clasping her hands as her professional tone slipped into one of satisfaction. "The first shoot begins in one hour. You'll be transported to our private indoor set. Don't worry—we handle everything from wardrobe to makeup."
Elias nodded, his golden eyes flickering with faint amusement. He wasn't here for fashion, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't appreciate the luxury and the temporary distraction. The two-million-dollar contract he'd just signed was more than enough to sustain his mission for years. Still, something gnawed at him—an unease that hadn't left since Aurelia's cryptic words.
