In the elevator, the coordinator noticed the young man's fidgety behavior, guessing he might be a bit on edge. He turned to Cassie with a reassuring smile, “We’ve got special suites for the event. Don’t worry, young master, you’re safe here. Nobody would dare cause trouble.”
Despite their youthful looks, the two were with James, so the coordinator wasn’t about to take any chances or show any lack of respect.
Cassie rubbed her nose, feeling a bit defensive. “I’m not scared,” she insisted.
The coordinator just chuckled softly in response.
Cassie: “…”
Just then, the elevator chimed.
The coordinator held the door, letting Mirabella and Cassie step out first. He trailed behind them, guiding them to a plush private suite where he served up some juice and snacks, then slipped outside to stand guard.
The suite itself was a perfect blend of understated elegance and luxury, boasting a floor-to-ceiling window with a sweeping view of the bustling convention hall below.
While the hall had plenty of seats for regular attendees, the special suites were reserved for those with noteworthy backgrounds.
Cassie took a quick peek over the balcony before heading back inside. “Man, it’s packed down there.”
“Yeah, that’s pretty standard,” Mirabella replied absentmindedly, still glued to her phone.
Cassie grabbed a pastry from the table, munching as he spoke, “Is my brother-in-law really going to let me pick out any weapon I fancy from the convention?”
If that were true, he’d definitely aim for the priciest one.
Mirabella just smirked, “Keep dreaming, kid.”
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