Callista Nova

The doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing an office that screamed power.

Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the space, showing off the early-night cityscape like it was some damn futuristic postcard. The skyline glittered, lights flickering like dying stars, and the slow-moving traffic below looked almost peaceful—like the chaos of the city had been muted just for this view.

Inside, the office was pure, cutthroat elegance. Sleek black marble floors, deep mahogany walls, and recessed lighting that cast a golden glow, making the space look like something out of a CEO's wet dream. A massive, obsidian desk stood near the window, its glossy surface reflecting the skyline like a mirror.

But more importantly, behind that desk sat the reason they were here.

Ms. Callista Nova!