The hallway stretched long and sleek, a polished maze of wealth and exclusivity.
Luxury whispered in the air—the soft hum of conversations, the faint clink of expensive glasses, the distant echo of people who thought money made them invincible. This wasn't just high society; this was the fucking pinnacle, where power dripped from the walls, and even the air felt more expensive.
Parker, Tessa, and Atalanta walked hand in hand, a little trio of power wrapped in casual confidence. Their steps? Unhurried. Their vibe? Untouchable.
