While the Baek family reveled in their perceived victory within the gold-leafed walls of their headquarters, the atmosphere inside the LUNE office was far from celebratory, but it was intensely focused. The air in the executive wing was thick with a different kind of tension—not the erratic, ego-driven volatility of the Baek family, but the compressed, high-pressure energy of a war room.
Harin was in her office, though "in" was a loose term. She was pacing the length of the obsidian floor, her heels clicking with a sharp, rhythmic aggression that sounded like a ticking clock. Around her, three of her top talent scouts and recruitment managers were huddled over laptops and tablets, their faces pale and their eyes strained. They had been working for forty-eight hours straight, attempting to secure a new lead for The Fox Priestess.
The results were dismal.
"Still nothing from the 'A-list' candidates?" Harin asked, her voice a low, dangerous vibration.
