A man with a square, solid build stepped into the room. His suit was neatly pressed, the dark fabric stretching slightly over his broad shoulders. Despite his imposing frame, there was an easy confidence in the way he carried himself — the kind that came naturally to men who were used to being obeyed.
He wasn't just powerful-looking; he was striking. His hair was neatly styled with a touch of gray at the temples, and his face bore the calm assurance of someone who knew how to win people over. When he smiled, it was warm and charismatic — the kind of smile that could make even his opponents forget why they disliked him in the first place.
"Mayor Grant," Emily greeted, forcing a polite smile as she rose to her feet.
"Emily," he said, his eyes glinting with recognition. "Always a pleasure. You look as stunning as ever."
She gave a short laugh, more out of courtesy than amusement. "And you haven't changed one bit — still showing up late and full of compliments."
