The Municipal Palace stood majestically over Neo-Luminara, resembling a crown forged from steel and glass, its spires reaching for the stars.
Inside, the mayor's private office radiated an air of calculated luxury,polished black marble floors gleamed under soft lighting, walls adorned with rare artifacts whispered stories of history, and a floor-to-ceiling window framed a breathtaking view of the city's shimmering skyline.
Damien Armitage leaned against the window, swirling a glass of Solaris Vintage in one hand while his sharp gaze lingered on a distant skyscraper.
The room was enveloped in silence, punctuated only by the gentle hum of the climate control system.
Suddenly, the double doors slid open with a soft whisper.
Jessica Armitage entered with purpose, her ice-blue gown replaced by a sleek black suit that exuded confidence.
Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she wasted no time on pleasantries.
