The rain over Jakarta fell in heavy, relentless sheets, blurring the glowing skyline of Sudirman into a sea of smudged neon. Fifty floors above the drowning city, the executive suite of Vance Corporation was entirely silent, save for the low, rhythmic hum of the air filtration system and the faint tapping of raindrops against the reinforced glass.
I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of dark amber whiskey resting in my hand. The black satin dress from last night had been replaced by a razor-sharp, custom-tailored charcoal suit. My hair was pulled back into a sleek, flawless bun. To the rest of the corporate world, I was merely Feyre Valerio—the impeccably composed executive assistant managing the aftermath of a sudden, quiet shift in regional assets.
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