The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing Callista Nova stepping into the impossible lobby. At thirty-two, she possessed the kind of natural elegance that couldn't be taught in finishing schools. Her long, lustrous brown hair cascaded past her shoulders in perfect waves that caught the lobby's impossible lighting, framing a face of striking beauty—high cheekbones, full lips painted in professional coral, and intelligent dark eyes that missed nothing.
Her cream-colored sleeveless top was impeccably tailored, paired with a charcoal pencil skirt that spoke of expensive taste without being ostentatious.
Diamond earrings caught the light as she moved with the confident grace of someone who had earned her position through competence rather than connections.
She spotted Cassidy and Ava first, offering them the practiced smile of professional familiarity.
