Reed buttoned his shirt, the black silk feeling cool against his skin. The office was quiet, save for the rhythmic scratching of Maira's quill against her clipboard. The air still held the faint, electric charge of the "Morale Meeting", a lingering scent of ozone, lavender, and satisfied mana, but the energy had shifted from passionate chaos to professional clarity.
Reed felt... centered. The [Harem Vanguard] buff was humming in his veins, a low-level buzz of confidence that made him feel like he could either fight a god or file his taxes with equal efficiency.
"Maira," Reed said, turning to face the Demon Maid.
She paused, adjusting her rimless glasses. Her hair was back in its severe bun, though a single loose strand framed her face, a rare testament to the events of the last hour. She looked flushed, her amber eyes bright and alert behind the lenses.
"Sir?"
