As dusk settled over the city, the weight of a long, chaotic day at the company pressed down on Selina's shoulders as she returned to her mansion. After freshening up and changing into pajamas, she sat before her desk under the soft glow of a table lamp — her focus locked on the glowing tablet before her.
For hours, she pored over the new project draft in her file directory, eyes sharp with determination. The stylus glided across the screen with the calm, deliberate precision of a seasoned businesswoman.
She had requested several confidential reports from a reliable person over the past weeks, and she'd been studying them gradually. At first, the documents had seemed complicated — foreign the more she looked into it— but now, she was beginning to piece things together.
Nothing looked unusual in the company's dealings. Just the same pattern — stalled contracts, declining stocks, investors withdrawing, and clients slowly cutting ties.
