The message came early the next morning.
Sofia was halfway through her hotel breakfast, staring blankly at a plate of scrambled eggs, when Ginny waved her phone in the air. “Heads up. Nova’s PR just emailed. You have a private meeting scheduled with Tristan Jacinto. Today. Eleven o’clock. His office.”
Sofia nearly dropped her fork. “What? Already?”
Ginny smirked. “Don’t look so shocked. You knew this was coming. Billionaires do not leave loose ends hanging. You are a loose end, Sofie.”
“That is comforting,” Sofia muttered, pushing her eggs away.
By the time she reached Nova’s Hong Kong office, her nerves were humming again. The same sleek tower of glass and steel loomed above her, its mirrored surface catching the morning sun. Inside, the lobby was hushed, efficient, every detail prec
