The moment the elevator doors slid open, a hush swept over the glossy, white-marble hallway.
Eryx didn't need to introduce himself.
Every intern, assistant, and junior manager at the agency knew his face, especially after that video. But no one dared to meet his gaze as he strode through reception like he belonged there.
"I'm here for Seraphine," he said, not breaking stride.
"Ah—Mr. Eryx," the receptionist stammered. "Miss Seraphine is in a meeting with the Gild campaign team upstairs. It's a closed branding session, so—"
"Then open it."
His tone was calm, but final. A weight behind the words that didn't leave room for protocol.
The receptionist paled, reaching for the intercom.
Ten minutes later, Seraphine appeared at the far end of the corridor, heels clicking, lips set in a practiced smile. She was dressed in a sleek black wrap dress, her hair done to perfection, still glowing from the studio lights.
"Eryx," she greeted smoothly. "I didn't expect to see you here."
