Meanwhile….
In a clean, spacious room bathed in the soft glow of natural light filtering through sheer curtains.
Aileen, her blonde hair tied back in a cute bun, her yellow-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, was deep in a yoga pose.
She held a perfect dhanurasana, her spine curved gracefully, her gaze fixed on a distant point. Sweat beaded on her brow as she stretched, every muscle engaging in the intricate dance of the practice. Her movements were fluid, disciplined, reflecting a sharp mind and an even sharper focus.
Suddenly, a soft beep chimed from a sleek, minimalist box-like CPU machine on her work desk. It was an insistent, digital tone that cut through the meditative quiet.
Aileen sighed, unfolding herself from the pose with a groan that was more annoyance than effort. She stood, walking with deliberate steps towards the desk.
"This better be good," she murmured, her voice a low purr, clearly displeased at the interruption to her flow.
