A Hopeful Undertone

"Black Mamba on the upper floors hosts a suite for various important partners that we have, and each is allocated an office from where one can manage and maintain their more complex business. And right here, madam, is your office," explained the attendant before excusing herself.

Ling entered through the door. It wasn't grand, but then again, it wasn't exactly cheap either. Neatly arranged shelves adorned the walls, a small single room with a washroom attached to the side.

All woodworks were brilliantly polished, giving off a magnificent glow. There was a more than comfortable chair and table, with stands and drawers, and quills and scrolls already arranged and ready to be used. The scent of the wood and the polish lingered in the air, thick but not something Ling Yue couldn't get used to.