|| Lilac’s POV ||

The meeting room was a stark contrast to the bustling auditorium outside. It was smaller, more intimate, yet the air inside felt heavier, charged with power and unspoken expectations. Dark mahogany walls enclosed us, the flickering light from the chandelier casting long shadows across the polished table. The scent of expensive cologne mingled with the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee, creating an atmosphere of refined dominance.

I stood beside Kael as he ...