The sleek, mirrored doors of the VIP lift slid open with a quiet hum, revealing the polished lobby of Ink Empire. Zoya stepped out, her heart pounding in her chest as she swiped her identity card through the reader. The metal badge dangled from her neck, glinting under the fluorescent lights—a symbol of her new role, one that had been thrust upon her by circumstances beyond her control. She glanced around nervously, her fingers trembling slightly as she pressed the button for the executive floor.