The glass doors of Vexley Enterprises slammed shut behind her with a final, echoing thud—a sound that felt less like dismissal and more like judgment. A verdict. Eliana stumbled as the security guards released her, their grip still lingering in the bruises on her arms. They had hauled her out as though she were an intruder, a trespasser with no name or dignity, and discarded her on the concrete like something unworthy of the empire behind those polished doors.