LOGINIn the Nano-ID office, specifically inside the secretary’s workspace. For as long as they had known each other, this was the first time Stefan had ever physically touched Grace. To a predatory man, Stefan would have seemed utterly foolish—why not exploit the opportunity for illicit pleasure when a stunning beauty presented herself on a silver platter? Yet, having never fallen into the dark abyss of immorality in his past, Stefan hadn't even entertained the thought of grabbing Grace’s hand, kissing her lips, or inviting her to a hotel room. And yet, a woman like Grace would have gladly laid down her life for him if he so desired. Grace had admired and loved Stefan for a long time. It wasn’t that Stefan was oblivious—no, not at all. Stefan was well aware. But he refused to let himself cross that threshold and throw open the doors of his heart. Stefan had no desire to become trapped in the wrong kind of love. If Grace hadn't been an absolute professional, she probably would have resi
“Grace, let's stop over there. Martin asked me to pick up some mutton satay for your mother. He knows most of the Diningrat Family members love mutton satay,” Stefan said, pointing toward a roadside stall ahead. The Mercy pulled over smoothly. Stefan unbuckled his seatbelt, pushed open the door, and stepped out. “Wait for me here, Grace,” he added before closing the door. Stefan approached the street vendor and ordered two portions. Ten minutes later, he returned to the car carrying the packaged food. Grace looked over with a mix of surprise and a flat expression, asking, “Seriously, Martin asked for this?” as she put the car back in drive. Stefan nodded. “I wouldn't make that up.” Upon arriving at Grace’s house, her mother warmly welcomed Stefan inside. Stefan had calculated his timing carefully; with Pak Arya currently away in Switzerland, he wouldn't feel the awkward pressure he had experienced during past visits. Stefan adopted a friendly tone. “This is a gift from Martin. I
As dusk settled, a gorgeous park in Jakarta glowed under the waning light. Orange hues bled across the vast sky. Thin, wispy clouds drifted lazily. The sun plunged deeper toward the western horizon. Nightfall was drawing near. Stefan was not a romantic man. Sometimes, poetic lines could tear right through the heart. They felt far too cliché. Having spent a lifetime wrestling with code, diction felt almost intimidating. Stefan wasn't an overbearing, dominant alpha; he was a sigma male. He carried himself with a cool, relaxed demeanor. Yet beneath that exterior, he possessed a fiercely genuine heart. “Grace... you are a goddess.” Grace burst into laughter instead. She knew Stefan wasn't the poetic type. Was he trying to play the bard today? Was she dreaming? Covering her eyes with her palm, Grace joked, “I’m just a secretary.” “Grace... you are an angel.” Grace laughed even harder. Stefan rarely joked around, though that didn't mean he never laughed. He simply avoided casu
Tonight at Prime Hotel Jakarta. This eighteen-story building was a well-known property owned by Sudrajat Corp. Because it was an elite and expensive hotel, not just anyone could stay overnight or dine here. Stefan deliberately chose Prime Hotel as the meeting venue between Nano-ID and Sudrajat Corp. Adjusting his posture, Stefan addressed the two representatives from Sudrajat Corp, "Thank you for the warm reception. We are delighted to be here." Andreas smiled and replied, "We should be the ones thanking Nano-ID for taking the time to attend this meeting." The middle-aged man was slated to be a manager at Su.Co, a newly formed startup owned by Sudrajat Corp. Michail Sarwono also smiled and chimed in, "We should have been the ones coming to your office. Apologies for any inconvenience." This rather elderly man was one of the directors at Sudrajat Corp and a biological grandson of the late Mr. Sudrajat. Stefan was slightly surprised that Mr. Michail himself had turned up. After all
At home, Grace sat down for a discussion with her father and mother. "The Sudrajat Family has a distant familial tie to us," Grace's mother revealed with a beaming face. Pak Arya took a sip of his tea and remarked, "The Sudrajat Family rendered a massive service to your mother's family in the past, one we've never had the chance to repay." This conversation was bound to be a lengthy one, as the topic of repaying a debt of gratitude to the Sudrajat Family had laid dormant for years, only to resurface now. With Pak Arya currently staying in Jakarta, there was no better time than the present. Grace looked surprised. "I had no idea mother's family, the Diningrat Family, had such a close connection to the Sudrajat Family." Grace had been far too consumed by her personal career to pay attention to kinship ties, which realistically carried far greater weight. Years ago, a company belonging to the Diningrat Family, DN Enterprise, suffered from a severe shortage of investment funds. The f
Late that night back in his apartment, Stefan pulled back the malware he had deployed across all Sanjaya Group companies and slowly began repairing the crippled networks. It wouldn't take long; by tonight, the Sanjaya Group's foundational systems would start functioning normally again. Of course, it would take anywhere from three to six months for them to fully recover to their former state—though even then, the odds were slim. The following morning, Bobby and his family made good on their promise. Bobby was the first to arrive at the Nano-ID office. By this point, the office staff were left utterly bewildered by what they were witnessing. "I'd like to go to the CEO's office," Bobby told one of the employees he crossed paths with. Inside Stefan's workspace, Bobby sat with his head bowed respectfully before Stefan and murmured, "Stefan, I confess my wrongs. Please forgive me." Lasting no more than ten seconds, Bobby stood up and immediately left the building. Roughly an hour later







