Liora’s POV
The private elevator hummed quietly, and I swore I could hear the sound of my own heartbeat over it. Saul said nothing as he stood beside me, hands clasped neatly behind his back, he looked like a man of discipline.
When the doors slid open, a hallway stretched out in perfect symmetry with dark marble floors, clean ivory walls, and wide windows overlooking the city below. At the end of it was a door. It was huge and black and on it was carved “President”. When Saul paused, I immediately knew that this was none other than Rowan’s office.
I steadied my breathing. This wasn’t the time to show nerves. If I wavered, if I stumbled, he’d notice. And Rowan never missed anything. Saul stepped forward and opened the door for me. “The president is waiting.” He announced in a cl
