Fiona Helmswoth / Selina Von Degure

Fiona stood firmly in Selina's path, blocking her way down the wide corridor.

Her posture was tense, her chest thrust outward, a clear signal that she meant business.

There was no room for pretence here.

"Ladies… Would you excuse us for a moment?" Selina's command was cold and precise, her voice carrying the authority she was known for.

She dismissed her entourage, which lacked the ever present figure of Saldrich.

The three girls, stylish and aloof, didn't hesitate to brush past Fiona, each intentionally bumping her shoulder with an exaggerated swagger as they moved past her.

Their stares were icy, their attitudes palpable.

"You need to put a stop to this now, Selina," Fiona's voice broke through the silence, sharp and insistent.

"A stop to what? I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about," Selina responded nonchalantly, her face twisting into an expression of feigned ignorance.