Natalia Kuzmina stepped into the lounge with her team, the soft thrum of ambient music and the scent of expensive refreshments washing over her in a wave of deserved luxury.
Around a hundred prospects in black Second Skin suits filled the space, already forming into tight social clusters. Natalia surveyed the room with cool satisfaction, then turned back to her team.
"We did it," she said, a rare smile gracing her lips.
Emi bounced on her toes beside her, her sapphire-blue hair bobbing with the movement. "We were amazing!"
""Our performance was optimal," Kenichi agreed, adjusting his rectangular glasses. The tall, broad-shouldered boy stood ramrod straight, his hands clasped behind his back. "Our synergy was optimal, and we completed our objective with three minutes and forty-three seconds to spare! A magnificent performance by all!"
Jiro grinned widely, nudging the stoic Noah with his elbow. "Hey, pretty boy, how about an arm-wrestling match?"
