Jade Park, graceful as a traditional painting and polite enough to make arrogance feel vulgar, was secretly buying her way into the sky while everyone admired her cars. There was something deeply dangerous about that kind of woman, and naturally Phei's heart, being an irresponsible organ with theatrical taste, decided danger looked excellent on her.
A soft notification chimed from the side display while Jade gathered the final papers.
She glanced once, then reached over and typed a brief reply, her face serene and her posture unchanged. "The second-floor west bay needs two more attendants," she said into the office system. "No hovering around the Revuelto clients. They look overwhelmed, not undecided. Give them space, then send Mi're after three minutes with water."
Phei watched her.
