The Next Day - January 7, 2027 - Municipal Palace - Mayor's Executive Lounge
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The mayor's private lounge was nothing short of a monument to arrogance.
Gold-trimmed marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of extravagant chandeliers, while floor-to-ceiling windows showcased Neo-Luminara's skyline, a view that felt like gazing upon a conquered kingdom.
Damien Armitage reclined in a high-backed chair, swirling a glass of Solaris Vintage, his lips curling into a smug smile.
Across from him sat Arthur, lounging with deceptive ease, one leg casually crossed over the other and a faint smile playing on his lips.
Both men exchanged glances, each harboring their own hidden intentions.
"You came," the mayor said with an air of superiority, disdain flickering in his eyes as he regarded Arthur across the table. It was as if he had expected nothing less.
Arthur's smile remained unwavering. "Did you think I wouldn't?"
