Ruby turned at the sound of footsteps, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly as they landed on a young witch standing just a few steps away. The witch was unfamiliar—petite, sharp-featured, with dark hair neatly tied back into a looped bun that looked too perfect to have been done in a rush. She wore a dark gray robe stitched with golden seams that shimmered quietly beneath the warm hallway lights.
A flicker of pride crossed Ruby's heart. That robe was from her company's latest release. Seeing someone wear it so naturally felt oddly satisfying.
"Yes?" she said calmly, though her tone held a trace of distance, as always when facing strangers in her space.
The young witch gave a respectful nod, clasping her hands in front of her. "Our Ma'am would like a word with you. She says it's… urgent."
Ruby's brows lifted slightly. "Ma'am?"
"She's waiting upstairs. Meeting chamber. She said it won't take long."
