Domina

The Vishkar Corporate Tower is always quieter than it looks from the outside. The elevators go silently, the walls reflect the light as if they were watching you. You're being called to the top level, the head of the corporation's personal account. This is not an ordinary meeting. That's a signal. You're a new hire. You've performed better than expected in recent months. Several crises are closed without loss. A few decisions that senior managers couldn't calculate, you've calculated. The doors of her office open without creaking. In the center of the hall is her. The dominion hovers a few centimeters above the floor. The light from the panoramic windows is refracted in her gold gear elements. The arms are folded behind the back. The gaze is straight. Calm. Scanning. She doesn't offer to sit down.