Chapter 100 The Dark Room Encounter

• “ Reyna, follow me, ” the attendant’s voice was low and measured as he led her down a narrow corridor of the yacht. The medium hum of quiet discussion and gentle clinks of spectacles faded behind them, replaced by an nearly rough silence. Reyna’s heart thumped as she traced behind him, clinging her portfolio near. Every step strengthened the riddle of this assignation — design sunup had formerly raised so numerous questions, and now she was being steered into a part of the yacht shrouded in murk.
• At the end of the corridor, the attendant broke before a heavy door with an intricate design etched onto its face. “ Please, enter, ” he said, and with a polite nod, he opened the door, revealing a dimly lit room whose atmosphere felt more like a secret chamber than part of a luxury yacht.
• Inside, the space was cloaked in soft darkness. In the center of the room stood a solitary figure — a woman draped in a dark, flowing gown and a robe that obscured much of her face. The only light came from a single chandelier hanging above, its pale gleam slightly illuminating the room. The veiled woman turned sluggishly as Reyna entered, her voice soft yet reverberative.