Elara Vance adjusted her blazer in the mirror of the ScentTech lobby, smoothing out invisible wrinkles. Today was monumental. After the scandal with Serena, the public was hungry for Elara’s comeback. The launch of her new fragrance, Renaissance, was projected to break sales records.
"You look fierce," Lucian said, leaning against the doorframe of her office. He was wearing his usual armor—a bespoke three-piece suit—but his eyes were tired. He had driven her to work himself, insisting his driver was "sick," though Elara suspected he just didn't want to let her out of his sight.
"I feel fierce," Elara smiled, grabbing her tablet. "The manufacturing plant in Grasse just sent the final batch. We go live at noon."
Lucian forced a smile. "I'll be right here. Watching the numbers go up."
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