Though Phoenix Hall was built as a grand hall for events, a few private suites and lodges were constructed several metres away from the main building.
It was an arrangement made out of necessity and for guests of status who required privacy or wished to avoid the eyes of the crowd.
And maybe some who had to attend an emergency meeting with new partners.
Inside one of these suites, several power players sat in sombre silence.
Their expressions were grim, their gazes cold as they stared at the large LCD screen displaying surveillance footage.
On the screen was none other than Stella.
From the moment she stepped out of the car…to her slow walk across the red carpet…to the instant she entered the hall.
Every movement had been captured and the footage played in a continuous loop.
Her posture was straight, her chin slightly lifted. Her eyes were cold, unreadable.
Even through the screen, her presence carried an intimidating weight.
