Only eyes.
Watching.
Judging.
The same room that had admired him minutes ago—
Now saw him for what he was.
A man who mistook access for ownership.
And arrogance for control.
Elara turned away.
“Enjoy the gala,” she said softly.
And walked on.
The music didn’t resume immediately.
Because something had changed.
Power had shifted.
And everyone felt it.
Later that night, Elara stood on the balcony overlooking the city.
Lights stretched endlessly below her.
Cold.
Precise.
Beautiful.
Her head of security approached quietly.
“It’s done,” he said.
She nodded.
“And him?” he asked.
She didn’t turn.
“He’ll be fine,” she said.
A pause.
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