Prospect of Meeting Alexander

Julieanne stepped through the wide, polished doors of the executive office wing, her footsteps light against the carpeted floor. The hallway was quiet, save for the occasional sound of distant voices from behind closed doors. As she approached Alexander's office, she nodded to the guards stationed outside. They stood at attention but offered her a slight nod in return.

Without hesitation, Julieanne reached for the handle, pushing open the door to the inner sanctum of Valoria's supreme leader. Inside, Alexander sat behind his large mahogany desk, the afternoon light filtering through the tall windows behind him, casting a soft glow across the dark wood.

Alexander looked up from the papers he had been reading as Julieanne entered. His face, calm as always, gave no hint of what he might be thinking. The mask that usually shielded his true thoughts was absent today, but his expression still remained unreadable.