Julian walked in. He wasn't broken. He was glowing.
But as she raised the glass, the lights flickered. The TV turned on by itself. On the screen was a live feed of her own office—except it was empty, yet every drawer was open. Papers flew in circles. Ava Max Business Is Business Rough Lyrics Abrac...
Fade to black.
A distorted voice, Julian's but layered with something ancient, echoed from the speakers: "You wanted magic, Ava? Abracadabra." Julian walked in
Ava sat across from Julian in a glass conference room 40 floors above Manhattan. He looked tired. She looked flawless. Julian's but layered with something ancient
Ava smiled. "Same difference."