Mara hesitated for a fraction of a second, her fingers tightening slightly around the pen. She wondered why Selena would need her personal contact, but there was something about the woman—an air of grace, an authority that seemed effortless, a quiet confidence—that made Mara feel a strange, unexplainable trust. Without thinking further, she extended her hand. “Of course,” she said politely. “Here it is, ma’am. Please let me know if there’s anything you need while you’re here.” Selena accepted the number with a calm, measured smile, tucking the slip of paper into her designer purse with careful precision. “Thank you,” she said, her voice soft yet confident. Mara couldn’t help but feel a subtle awe as she watched Selena stride toward the elevators, every step precise and deliberate, as though the world itself seemed to part in her wake. Charlotte, meanwhile, had been descending the grand staircase, her thoughts momentarily elsewhere, replaying the phone call from Selena o