Lavayla froze.
A cool breeze brushed against her face, carrying the faint scent of perfume and polished wood.
The forest was gone.
In its place stood the wide floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the executive floor. Sunlight streamed through the towering panels, spilling across the polished marble floor in soft reflections. Outside, the familiar skyline stretched across the horizon in orderly rows of steel and glass towers that glittered beneath the morning sun.
For several seconds, she stood there.
Her mind refused to process what her eyes were seeing.
This place…
She knew it.
The comfortable office chairs were arranged neatly beside the long glass desk. The minimalist wall sculptures that the company's CEO always insisted were "visionary." Even the faint hum of the ventilation system sounded the same.
This was her office on the thirty-second floor of Kingsley Atelier.
Her breathing gradually slowed.
"No…" she whispered under her breath.
