I immediately slipped into character, pulling my shoulders slightly inward, adopting a timid posture, and tilting my head with a polite, slightly hesitant expression.
"Excuse me, sir," I said, my voice shifting effortlessly into a soft, crisp British accent, smooth and perfectly pitched. "I'm looking for Mr. Mercer? I was told he was in here."
Drakon slowly pushed himself up from behind his desk, standing to his full, imposing height. He didn't say a word at first, rounding the polished wood to walk right up to me. His dark eyes searched my face, scanning the altered contouring, the framed glasses, and the subtle shift in my posture, completely mesmerized by the transformation.
A low, dangerous smirk gradually spread across his face as he stopped just inches away, leaning down slightly
