Chapter 27
The rain outside the Shinjuku high-rise intensified, smearing the neon landscape of Tokyo into streaks of blurred electric blue and crimson. Inside Alejandro’s private executive suite, the atmosphere was entirely detached from the city below. The room was a masterclass in hyper-minimalist design—cold stone floors, low-slung charcoal seating, and a wall of glass that offered nowhere to hide from the height. Emily stood by the window, her back to him. The cream fabric of her tailored jacket moved slightly with her breathing. She had cultivated an impenetrable aura of executive distance over the last five years, but the scent of her jasmine perfume in the enclosed space was a direct assault on the fortress Alejandro had spent sixty months constructing. "You haven't looked at the revised mar
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