Third person's POV
The lobby of ME Group’s branch office buzzed like a hive, polished marble floors reflecting the glow of its chandeliers. Liora’s steps echoed in that space, steady and measured, as she crossed toward the private elevator. She wasn’t expecting company, but company arrived anyway.
A bunch of foreigners approached at the same time, their polished shoes and sharp suits drawing stares. At their head was a broad-shouldered man with thinning hair and a quick, practiced smile. He was Mr. Smith, a senior figure in one of ME’s overseas partner firms. He moved with the self-assured ease of someone accustomed to being treated as indispensable.
Behind him trailed his entourage, assistants juggling folders, and one interpreter who kept close to his side. The ME staff escort
