At that moment Malisa leaned forward slightly, folding her arms on the table with a businesslike posture and said, "Alright then, let's get straight to the point." She turned and motioned toward Cora, ready to introduce her properly. "My friend here, Cora, she is—"
But before Malisa could finish her sentence, Cora raised one hand, her palm facing up in a graceful yet commanding gesture.
"I'll do the talking," she said firmly.
Malisa leaned back without argument, lips pressed together in a thin, respectful line. She knew that tone—Cora wasn't just ready to speak, she was ready to make a statement.
Cora turned her attention to Lovi. Her eyes—calm but piercing—locked onto his as she spoke, voice cool, precise, and layered with warning.
