I thought I could forget Elise's face after one night.But in fact, her words kept settling in my head like ink staining clear water."We talked about getting married...""She was too scared..."I knew Matthias wasn't a man who lived in the past. But Elise wasn't just an ex. She was a reminder that I wasn't his first love.And that night, in my apartment, I stared at Matthias for a long time as we sat together. Not in an embrace, but in silence."Do you have anything to tell me about Elise?" I asked finally.He sighed softly. "Do you want to hear everything... or just what you need to know?""Everything."He looked at me. "We were together for two years. In Berlin. A relationship full of conflict, but also full of hope. She was ambitious, smart, and stubborn. I... wasn't ready then. Not because he was wrong, but because I wasn't done with myself."I listened. My body was tense. But my face remained calm."We almost got married," He continued. "But I knew that if I forced it, it wouldn'
It's been a while since we've had any real... us time.After Alfonso's letter, after the fuss about Arini's name, after the hundreds of decisions I had to make... the night was finally silent.And I need it.My apartment is quiet. The lights are dimmed. Only the sound of the light rain outside fills the gap.I stood on the balcony, dressed in a pale gray satin kimono, my hair let down, eyes gazing at the streets of Jakarta from above. It was like looking at the world from outside my own body.Then I heard the front door being opened.Heavy step. Neat. Warm.Matthias."I'm coming in," he said softly.I didn't answer. Just waited.Waiting for the one who always knows... when I need a wordless hug.He approached me from behind, wrapped his arms around my waist, pressed his body against my back."Is it still raining?" he whispered.I nodded. "But it's warm."He turned my body slowly, looking at me. Long enough. As if scanning every tired line on my face."You're so beautiful tonight," he
The next day, I returned to the foundation office feeling refreshed. Vera's face hardened as soon as I walked in."Good morning, Foundation Boss who just got back from a day away," she said sarcastically, but she had a smile.I chuckled. "Relax, I didn't come back to get scolded."Rachel appeared from the next room. "But you came back to sign something big."She handed me a folder. On the front, it read:Application for New Institutional Status: Arini Foundation - Independent EntityI rubbed the writing lightly. "So this is the official step?"Vera nodded. "If you sign today, the legal process begins. We're free from the structural influence of the Smith family. The name of the foundation can still be used because Arini is not a trade name, but we can no longer be considered 'an extension of the family business'."I picked up the pen. Stared at the first page.Then said quietly, "When I sign this... there's no turning back, right?""No," Rachel replied. "But who wants to go back in ti
I woke up earlier than usual. Jakarta's sky was still gray, but I knew... what would happen today was not about the weather. It was about direction. It's not just the direction of the company. But the direction of my life.Because today, the Smith family will decide if I'm worthy of continuing to stand in this chair... or if they'll try to take everything away from me.I arrived at the voting site at around nine in the morning. The old building owned by the Smith family in Kebayoran is usually used for annual meetings. But today is no ordinary meeting. It's a kind of "family session".Inside, Rachel and Vera are already preparing. Matthias accompanies me inside. His face is calm, but his hands clasp my fingers as tightly as possible—and I can tell he's nervous too.I wore a dark suit. Not flashy, but bold. No family bros. No symbols that can be interpreted in different ways.Just me, Sara, who came not with a name. But work.***The big room was full.Uncle Theodore in the front seat.
That afternoon I didn't have time to go back to the apartment. As soon as I left the courtroom, Rachel caught up with me, breathing heavily."Ma'am... You've been asked to attend a meeting of the Smith family. Right now.”I turned my head sharply. "Who's calling?""Uncle Theodore. And... he said it's not an invitation."I sighed."Okay. Let's get it over with."***The meeting was held in the living room of the Smith Heritage Estate-a place that is rarely used except for important moments. The large room has high ceilings, with family paintings hanging like watchdogs from the past.Once I entered, there were about ten people there.Uncle Theodore. Aunt Evelyn. My father's cousin Charles. Some distant family members I've seen at relatives' weddings... but never really spoke to.They all sat like an unofficial council.And when I walked in, everyone turned their heads like they were welcoming a threat, not family."Sit down, Sara," Theodore said.I sat down. Calm down. Straight. No lowe
Part 26This morning, the air felt heavier than usual.Not because Lucas's lawsuit gave me direction. But because one name resurfaced, a name I hadn't heard in our family conversations for years.Cornelia Smith.My father's brother-in-law. One of the long-standing figures on the Smith family's honor roll. She wasn't part of the company's board of directors, but in the business social network, her name carried weight.And this morning, she sent me an invitation.Not a call, but lunch invitation.Rachel raised an eyebrow as she handed over the invitation. "She rarely contacts anyone. The last time she spoke to the media was almost five years ago."I stared at the invitation card for a long time. Ivory paper with gold ink that hasn't changed since I was a teenager. And there was only one sentence written on it: "Come, Sara. Time to talk as a family."**The restaurant is quiet. Exclusive. Just like Cornelia, elegant but cold. She was already sitting at a corner table when I arrived, wea