Selina still stood before the desk, her hands at her sides, her posture composed. But a faint, dark green light swirled in her crescent-shaped eyes.
She took a step forward, closer to the desk.
"The President's office is more tasteful than I imagined."
Her voice was a little lower than before, rising softly at the end with just the right touch of sweetness.
"That sofa looks... comfortable. It reminds me of the so-called Hollywood Red Couch."
Yongye glanced at the sofa, then looked back at her smiling face. The corner of his mouth lifted.
"Are you here to interview for Second Secretary, or to try out the sofa?"
Selina tilted her head, and a lock of short, dark brown hair slipped from behind her ear to rest against her neck. "Both. The President needs a capable Second Secretary, and I happen to be capable of anything."
As she spoke, she took another half step forward, leaving less than a hand's breadth between herself and the edge of the desk. She leaned in, bracing both hands on it. The angle parted the collar of her suit dress slightly, revealing the edge of the dark gray top beneath.
Yongye's gaze passed over her collar before rising to meet her eyes, where that dark green light still glimmered.
Clear Sword Heart caught every subtle shift of muscle in her body, every adjustment to her breathing, and the intent gathering in her eyes, ready to erupt.
Selina tapped her right fingers lightly against the desk's edge, her knuckles curling slightly. Her weight was shifting forward, slow and steady, while the balance between her legs had already changed to let her strike at any moment.
She was about to make her move!
To her, the Golden Armor God of War without his armor was a