Evaline:
I watched Elion as he signed the last of the files his secretary just brought in.
And there were quite a few of them, each one placed with precision on the coffee table, their edges aligned as if chaos itself was not welcome in this office.
Elion's movements were unhurried, graceful in a way that felt effortless, as though authority wasn't something he wore but something woven into his very bones. When he finally set the pen down, he closed the folder and handed both to Secretary Nile.
The man bowed... first to Elion, then to me... and headed out.
The door closed softly behind him, leaving the office wrapped in a quiet that felt heavier than silence.
Elion's gaze shifted to me, assessing without being invasive. He gestured toward the couch opposite him with a simple tilt of his head.
"Please," he said calmly.
