Drake went downstairs to find breakfast already prepared. The scent of toasted bread and freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, warm against the quiet stillness of the house. Naime stood near the glass wall, wiping its surface in slow circular motions. When she noticed him, she smiled without hesitation.
“Stop doing that.”
She blinked, confused. “Which one?”
Drake shook his head and pulled out a chair, sitting at the table as if the answer required no explanation. “Have you eaten?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He nodded once, then spoke toward the ceiling. “Angel, open the glass wall.”
“Glass wall opening,” the calm mechanical voice responded.
A soft hum filled the room as the massive glass panel slid aside. Naime nearly lost her balance when the pressure against her arm suddenly disappeared. Sh
