The office space was cloaked in a tense silence.
Save for the faint ticking of an ornate clock mounted on the far wall.
Sunlight streamed through tall, arched windows, bathing the room in a golden hue and reflecting off the polished mahogany desk that dominated the center.
Two figures stood before the desk—
A man and a woman, both clad in formal servant attire.
The butler was an old man, his white hair slicked back.
His gaunt frame carrying an air of experience and quiet strength.
His posture was immaculate, his hands clasped behind his back as though he were carved from marble.
The maid standing beside him was younger, though her dry green hair and equally dull green eyes made her appear prematurely aged.
Her expression was stoic, but there was a quiet tension in the way she held herself, as if bracing for the weight of orders yet to come.
Behind the desk, a high-backed chair faced the window, obscuring the figure seated there.
