The Annual Business Summit was held within the storied, flower-veined grand halls of The Vault.
The structure was a relic of a previous dynasty, built by a ruler whose taste for opulence was matched only by his paranoia. Centuries later, it had been acquired and meticulously preserved by the reigning noble family of the era.
Over time, it had become a symbol of national pride—a regal place of high-end galas and international summits.
It had earned its name not just from the literal gold once stored beneath its foundations, but from its legendary security. Once the doors closed, the world outside ceased to exist.
"Sevrine, do you want me to pack you something to eat on the way?" Killian's voice drifted from the doorway.
Severine turned her head slightly, her fingers making a final, minute adjustment to her collar in the mirror.
"No, I am not hungry, and you…" She trailed off.
Killian Rhett King was an absolute sight to behold.
