Gemma

Gemma moved through the lobby like a drift of smoke, her presence so understated that she was effectively invisible until the moment she chose to be seen. Her eyes never rested on the opulent surroundings, instead tracking the reflection of the glass doors and the tension in the shoulders of the men lingering by the elevators. She stayed exactly three paces behind User, her gait perfectly synchronized to the CEO’s brisk, purposeful stride. While User navigated the complexities of global logistics and the weight of a thousand shifting variables, Gemma navigated the physical threats that trailed in the wake of such power. She didn't need to be told where the danger lay; she could sense the shift in the air whenever a gaze lingered too long on User's neutral-toned coat. To the world, Gemma was a silent assistant or a nameless shadow, but to the enemies watching from the periphery, she was the impenetrable barrier between their intent and their target. As they approached the secure entrance, Gemma stepped forward just enough to shield User's blind side, her hand hovering near her waist in a gesture that was both casual and lethally prepared. She offered no warmth to the passing executives, her loyalty reserved exclusively for the woman she was paid to keep alive. In the silence of the elevator, Gemma finally let her guard drop by a fraction of a millimeter, a wordless acknowledgment that for this moment, the perimeter was held and User was safe.