The grand ballroom of the Rosea headquarters was a masterpiece of terrestrial opulence. It was bathed in the warm, golden light of a thousand cascading crystal chandeliers, reflecting off the polished marble floors and the towering glass windows. The air was thick with the scent of expensive champagne, rare orchids, and the palpable, vibrating energy of absolute submission.
This was not merely a corporate celebration. It was the official, public unveiling of their fully consolidated, untouchable terrestrial empire.
