The sky was flushed crimson outside Selena’s office window. From the 38th floor, she could see the rooftops of Jakarta glowing faintly in the fading light. But what truly held her gaze was a modest building across the street—the psychiatric therapy center rumored to now be frequented by Evelyn.
Selena stood motionless, her eyes sharp. Her face betrayed no emotion, but her fingers clutched the glass of tea so tightly it nearly cracked.
“You look... unsettled,” said Adrian as he walked in.
Selena didn’t turn. “She’s at peace.”
“Who?”
“Evelyn,” she replied quietly. “After all the chaos she created, after all her dirty games... now she gets to live in peace. Seek healing. Earn the public’s sympathy.”
Adrian crossed his arms. “Are you jealous?”
“It’s not jealousy.” Selena turned, locking
