"Come in," Clyde ordered, adjusting his tie and suit in front of the ornate mirror.
Greg stepped in, carrying a grand bouquet of chamomiles and a small, elegantly wrapped gift box. "Sir, the bouquet and gift you requested. Mr. Ryley and Miss Rosaline have arrived at the sky garden. They are waiting for you."
"Alright," Clyde replied, dismissing Greg with a curt gesture.
As Greg stepped into the corridor, he could never have anticipated the figures emerging ahead—Yves and Lucas, their presence both commanding and ominous.
He tightened his lips, a mask of courteous indifference settling over his features as he greeted them with a respectful bow.
His voice, however, betrayed a steely resolve as he declared, "I'm sorry, Mr. Clyde is currently unavailable. In fact, the entire building is off-limits."
