To a stunning-looking woman who seemed to have stepped out of the pages of a classic novel. "Surprised to see me here?" She inquired, her voice as velvety as the deep and probing gaze she directed at Amon.
The beautiful woman, in her early twenties, exuded an aura of authority and professionalism, despite her delicate appearance. Her hair, long and as black as a cloudless night, cascaded down to the middle of her back. She wore a grey silk pencil skirt that complemented a white satin blouse, accompanied by black stiletto heels, revealing discreet yet striking elegance.
Her face was the focal point of her beauty, appearing as though it had been sculpted with an artist's precision, as delicate and pure as the petal of the rarest rose. But it was the indifference she displayed, the coldness in her eyes contrasting with the gentleness of her features, that truly made her unforgettable. She resembled a precious gem, out of place, shining brightly amongst the stones around her.
