The office was high above the city, floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of Elysium's glittering skyline. The room was pristine—modern furniture, soft lighting, expensive art on the walls. It smelled of expensive perfume and something darker underneath.
Behind the massive desk sat a woman of striking beauty. Her pink hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, framing a face that was delicate and sharp at the same time. Her eyes were deep crimson, almost glowing in the dim light. She wore a loose silk blouse that hung open, revealing smooth shoulders and the swell of her breasts, entirely unbottoned.
Before the desk, in a high-backed chair, sat a man.
He was motionless. His short black hair was neatly combed, his athletic build filling a tailored suit that spoke of authority and power. His eyes were open but empty—vacant, like a doll's.
