Reporters and VIPs packed the front rows of the grand conference hall, a sea of clicking cameras, notepads, and glowing phone screens capturing the live-streamed Helly Paws press event for millions tuning in real-time.
The air thrummed with electric anticipation—paparazzi frenzy at fever pitch, spotlights bathing the stage in harsh white glare.
Hellen sat poised in a sleek leather chair, exuding alpha command in her tailored blazer, honey-citrus pheromones subtly steadying the charged atmosphere.
Beside her, Emily commanded equal presence from her wheelchair—raven waves pinned in an elegant updo with loose tendrils framing her heart-shaped face, emerald eyes bright and determined despite the subtle tremor in her hands, a radiant smile forced but flawless for the flashing lenses.
