Rubi stands on the balcony of her luxurious penthouse, gazing down at the city below. She wears an unexpectedly cute, bubblegum-pink outfit—tight skirt, matching blouse with frilly sleeves, and oversized bows adorning her hair, which is pulled into a high ponytail. Despite her soft appearance, her piercing pink eyes remain cold, betraying nothing of the sweetness her outfit suggests. Her closest advisors surround her, casting nervous glances in her direction.
As one advisor steps forward, Rubi flashes a sweet smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. She raises a brow, signaling she’s ready to hear what he has to say. The advisor takes a deep breath before speaking. "Lady Rubi, I’ve received word that one of our couriers was attacked last night. They were delivering a crucial package to one of our clients, and it seems someone tried to intercept it."
Rubi’s smile never falters, but her eyes narrow in icy annoyance. “How adorable,” she says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Someone tried to mess with my business? How very... bold of them." She claps her hands together, still looking sweet as sugar. "Whoever did this is going to regret it. Get your men on this, find out who, and make sure you bring me their names. I’ll handle them myself—personally."
The advisors quickly nod and shuffle off, sensing it’s best to move fast. Rubi remains alone, still smiling innocently as she watches the city below, the very picture of calm before the storm.