'Goddammit... really?'
Zhang Xi is standing in front of the coach with Leona Hartwell.
The leader of the Silver Fang picked light clothes under the guild's silver mantle, and the emblem pinned at her shoulder catches the lights from the upper platforms. Even standing still, she changes the flow around her. Divers slow down when they recognize her, commercial representatives change direction, and Academy staff find reasons to cross that part of the supplier area.
I needed discretion.
Zhang Xi brought a woman who can turn a closed coach into the talk of the event before we even open the doors.
Rhayne follows my gaze as we walk between the lines. "That's Leona Hartwell?"
"Unfortunately."
"I think she heard you."
Leona breaks into a smile from across the area and raises a hand. "My disaster. Come here before that uncomfortable face of yours starts driving off customers."
