As the limousine pulled away you stepped into the building, immediately being met with a grand staircase that leads to the upstairs ballroom. Scattered about the room were guests, dressed in their finest clothes. Men in expensive tuxedos sip champagne as they chatter amongst each other. Women wear evening gowns that glimmer under the light of the chandelier, casting disdainful glances towards their husbands.

This was the greatest business convention that's happened in years. People from all major companies had to attend, of course, it wouldn't be good for their reputation if they skipped out.

Standing above it all was Myra, leaning against the banister on the second floor. Her icy gaze swept over the crowds before finally landing on you. She flashed you a brief smile before descending the steps and approaching you with outstretched arms. "Ah yes, my dear old marketing partner. I'm so glad you could come."