On one of the top floors of a towering skyscraper, a minimalist conference room stood as witness to the new path Selena was about to take.
The door opened slowly. Dressed in an ivory-white suit with her hair elegantly pinned up, Selena stepped inside. The soft click of her heels echoed against the marble floor. At the far end of the long table, Adrian was already waiting. His usual faint smile remained unchanged—mysterious and far too calm.
“You’re right on time,” Adrian said, standing as he pulled a chair out for her.
“Don’t expect me to be late just to look desperate,” Selena replied coldly, sitting down without touching his hand.
Adrian chuckled. “That’s what makes you different. And to be honest, I like women who know how to survive in the middle of a storm.”
Selena raised her chi
