Chapter 115 Savannah Is Dangerous

Aria The office hummed with its usual quiet rhythm, the low murmur of assistants moving papers, the occasional buzz of a phone vibrating against glass, and the scent of rich coffee weaving through the air like a promise of normalcy, and for once, I had allowed myself to sink into the illusion that today would be ordinary, that the world outside my empire could spin without demanding a piece of me.