Saturday's exhibition ended without injury, blocked exits, or equipment confusion; three hundred visitors rotated through the athletics hall after the revised capacity produced an additional session. Yuna thanked every deputy before acknowledging the coordination team before another responsibility demanded our attention.
The after-party occupied an upstairs lounge containing long tables, open windows, plus music loud enough for conversation to require deliberate effort. Nina arrived beside me wearing a fitted red dress beneath a black jacket, her curls gathered above one shoulder. I told her the dress made concentration professionally impossible before we entered.
"Good," she said, adjusting my rust pocket square after asking permission, "you have no professional duties inside this room."
