The chandelier above cast a soft, golden glow across the spacious lounge of the Grand Opulent Hotel, creating an air of luxury and intrigue.
A trio sat around a round table by the window, their quiet murmurs nearly drowned out by the background hum of other guests enjoying their evening.
The woman in a sleek black gown leaned in, her sharp features and intense gaze exuding an authoritative presence. "Is she on her way?" she asked, her tone clipped.
One of the men, a stocky fellow with a slightly receding hairline and a scar just above his eyebrow, nodded. He nervously fidgeted with his collar, betraying his unease. "Yeah, Lady Margaret should be here soon. Her car left about an hour ago, so she'll arrive in around thirty minutes."
The younger man, lean with slicked-back hair, interrupted with an anxious chuckle. "She thinks this is just another deal. She expects us to discuss business, not her impending fate."