The glass and steel of the Al-Siyufi Global headquarters felt like a modern fortress. As the elevator ascended to the top floor, Layla caught her reflection in the polished chrome. She was wearing a charcoal-grey power suit, her hair pulled back into a sleek, professional knot. She looked like she belonged here, but inside, her heart was racing faster than the elevator.
Adam stood beside her, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back. He looked like the king of the world again, his dark suit tailored to perfection, his expression a mask of cold, unyielding authority.
"They are going to try to intimidate you," Adam whispered, his voice low and steady as the elevator doors chimed. "They see a young woman, an artist, a 'bride'. They don't see the 15% stake you hold. Don't let them b
