She turned to him, a little taken back by his question. "Let me tell you how this nation poisoned me."
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THREE YEARS AGO.
[ Location: V.A.L.O.R's Head office in Veltharion. ]
A young lady sat in the lobby of the intimidating building, everything was flushed with white and spoke of professionalism.
The floors she stared down at with polished white, the couch was everything but comfortable and the echo of heels was nicking at her.
She intertwined her fingers and took deep breaths to calm her nerves.
Dressed in a skintight suit made of a material too complex for her to name. Dark blue with white extensions at her wrists, along her side and boots.
The Cape behind her was riding up, it was short, stopped at about her lower back and was practically useless yet the marketing department said it showed variety.
She turned to the side—out the double glass doors where the shutters from cameras and the hollering from reporters drowned out the traffic of the busy workday.
