The tension in the room was a living thing, stretched tight like a piano wire. For a moment, the professional mask Maya wore slipped, and he saw the flicker of the girl who used to share street food with him until dawn.
The air in the Sudirman Central Business District was thick with humidity and the smell of expensive espresso. Aris sat in his corner office, his thumb tracing the edge of a crystal paperweight. He wasn’t looking at the spreadsheets on his monitor; he was looking at the woman standing by the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Make it an Italian place," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "And Aris? No talk about the merger." He smiled, a slow, dangerous expression. "Deal." 📚 Popular Books by Christian Simamora
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Maya didn't turn around. She watched the sunset bleed orange over the Jakarta skyline. "I wasn't late. I was reconsidering." "Reconsidering the contract?" "Reconsidering you."