Ivy Cassia entered the room like a sudden burst of sunlight through a crack in a mausoleum. Behind her trailed the representatives of the Indo-Pacific States Cooperative, the Middle Eastern Coalition, and the Oceanic Federation.
The representatives who had been sitting in the darkened room rose to their feet hastily. And a bit… guiltily.
"You acted like you didn't come here for my Pilates group," Ivy said, her bright blue eyes sweeping across the faces. "And instead you were sitting in a dim room together, huh?"
"You were the one who was late, President Cassia," Nakamura said to the Pan-American Strategic Council President.
"I clearly said two PM in the group chat. Did you all have jet lag?" Ivy huffed, planting her hands on her hips.
Fontaine cleared her throat. "...we were a bit impatient."
Ivy looked at the screen. The footage was still looping. She hummed thoughtfully, making several people at the table shift uncomfortably in their seats.
