Devandra’s office sat at the very top of a glass tower, reflecting the blinding light of the morning sun. The walls were adorned with expensive paintings, shelves stacked with rare editions, and the rich scent of black coffee lingered in the air.

Liora stepped inside, her cream-colored dress draping elegantly around her figure. Her smile was carefully arranged, though beneath it her unease stirred restlessly.

Behind a massive black marble desk, Devandra turned as she entered, his lips curling into a satisfied smile.

“Ah, our shining star has arrived,” he said, clapping slowly. “Liora, your appearance on last night’s talk show… brilliant.”

Liora bowed her head politely. “I only followed...