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The soft hum of repulsorlifts and distant voices echoed through the marble corridors outside the Chancellor's office. Everything here — from the gold-veined pillars to the minimalist lighting — seemed designed to make one feel both important… and very small. Kaela stood just outside the grand doors, trying to ignore the flutter just beneath her ribcage. She'd reviewed her notes twice. Rehearsed what she wanted to say three times. And yet, as she passed a tall reflective panel on the wall, she slowed.
Just a glance.
Her fingers reached up to adjust the braid that fell over her right shoulder, making sure it still held the same precision it had that morning. Her tunic — a deep navy brushed with silver threading near the collar — was smooth, crisp. The crest of Anaxes sat proudly pinned above her heart. Not a single wrinkle.
Good.
Kaela exhaled, slow and steady. The nerves were a quiet storm in her chest, but they would not reach her face. This meeting mattered. The Chancellor's time was precious — and she had much to say. She folded her hands in front of her, just as a staffer approached.
"The Chancellor will see you now."
Kaela nodded once, stepping forward with calm, deliberate grace — her mind already in motion.