The grand office shimmered in the golden embrace of the setting sun, its rays streaming through expansive floor-to-ceiling windows and casting elongated shadows across a polished mahogany desk. Felix sat there, fingers steepled and lost in thought, a half-empty glass of Moonlit Mirage resting casually near his elbow. The wine sparkled softly, its celestial hues shifting from silver to pink as he swirled it absentmindedly.
"Finally! That money-grabbing witch is out of the picture! What a rare moment of peace!" Felix leaned back in his plush chair, a relaxed smile spreading across his face.
Just then, the door creaked open, and Clair glided inside, her footsteps barely making a sound against the soft carpet. Unlike Nixie's dramatic entrances, Clair moved like a shadow—smooth, deliberate, and unnoticed until she chose to reveal herself.
Felix looked up, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "Clair! I assume you're here to report?"
