The Limketkai Headquarters stood like a monument of power in the heart of the city, its towering glass façade reflecting the late afternoon sun in sharp, blinding streaks. Inside, everything moved with practiced precision—employees gliding through polished corridors, elevators chiming softly, voices hushed but urgent. It was a place built on control, where every detail was accounted for, every movement deliberate. And at the center of it all was Aira Limketkai, a woman who had mastered the art of holding everything together.
Or at least, she had.
Aira stepped out of the private elevator with measured grace, the sound of her heels echoing against the marble floor as she made her way toward the underground parking. Nathan walked beside her, his expression calm on the surface, though his si
