The marble floor seems to almost tremble under the pressure of the woman's steps. The few people scattered along the corridor make room for her, giving respectful greetings as she passes by. Every move, every breath, every look of hers screams power and authority. Her face is a frozen mask of calm, while her eyes glow with criticism towards any object. The perfection of her features has no trace of warmth while her body moves resemble a predator: quick, accurate, murderous.
Se had left the robe she had on when she came after us at the entrance of the marble building and remained in dressed in flexible, leather-fitted suit. When she told us to come with her there was no room for objection in her tone. But no threat either. So we decided together that there was no use in staying in that sem
