Chapter 39: An Unexpected Apology

Elina’s POV

I wouldn’t describe my time with Babel as a blast or anything, but it was… refreshing. Babel had transformed the room into a concert hall—the kind where classical masterpieces echo from polished stages and velvet-draped balconies. The popular D minor version of Beethoven’s Für Elise played on slow repeat, haunting and elegant, wrapping around the dimly lit space like silk. The lighting had shifted, too, warm and moody, giving the room that same hushed reverence you’d expect in an old European theater.

I don’t think anyone else in a financial office position had it quite like this—well, unless you counted the fact that my superior wasn’t exactly ordinary either. All I was missing was a glass of aged wine, and it might as well have been a sophisticated date with the elites.

My stomach dropped.

Did I forget something? I wondered.

Smoothing my blouse, I headed for the elevator.