Mag-log inThey thought she was inexperienced. They thought she knew nothing about business. A young woman they could easily manipulate and control.What they didn't know was that although they had never met Amara in person, every move they made was still under her observation. Months ago, several of these very same directors had approached Traveno Knox, her subordinate and the powerful CEO of Thione Corporation, regarding potential collaborations and investment opportunities. They spent countless hours in meetings with him, presenting proposals, discussing company strategies, and negotiating terms they believed would benefit them the most. Some proudly boasted about their achievements within Musk Company, while others exaggerated their contributions in hopes of gaining favor with a man they saw as one of the most influential figures in the industry.They believed they were dealing directly with the decision maker. They thought Traveno held all the power and made all the calls on his own.What t
He leaned back against the leather seat, his eyes still glued to the screen, watching her cold, fierce expression as she issued her commands."Everyone in the city thinks you are fragile, thinks you are a doll to be played with... but I knew better. I knew exactly what you were capable of from the moment you spoke to me."He let out a low, breathless laugh, his eyes shining with respect and excitement."You are terrifying when you handle business, Mrs. Walton... absolutely terrifying. But God... you are magnificent to watch."He turned the phone slightly, zooming in on her face, memorizing the confidence radiating from her."Those men in there thought they were the sharks... but they didn't realize they had just walked into the den of a lioness. And my... what a beautiful lioness you are."Finn, still glancing nervously at the rearview mirror, saw Zogo laughing and talking softly to himself while looking at the screen. He turned back to Brook, his expression one of pure bewilderment."
Zogo sat comfortably in the back seat, his eyes locked intently on the live stream feed coming straight from the conference room. He had a perfect, crystal clear view of Amara sitting tall and proud in the massive CEO’s chair, the very seat that represented absolute authority and control over the empire. He watched every movement she made, every word she spoke with unshakable command, the way she dismantled her enemies one by one with a precision and sharp intelligence that rivaled even his own.The woman sitting in the CEO’s chair was strikingly beautiful, yet there was a cold, sharp edge to her beauty that made everyone in the room hold their breath. She had long, glossy black hair that fell straight and smooth past her shoulders, framing a face that was pale, flawless, and incredibly serene. Her features were a delicate soft jawline, fair skin, and lips painted in a deep, rich shade of red that stood out vividly against her pale complexion, giving her a look of quiet, dangerous ele
"I know you both hold 5% shares of the company each. Since you are no longer part of us, you have no right to keep them. You will sign the transfer of those shares right now. Sell them to anyone sitting in this room who is willing to buy them. Once the papers are signed and the payment is settled, you will leave this building and never set foot here again. Do you understand?"Morrie and Campos exchanged a desperate look. They wanted to protest. They wanted to refuse. Those shares were their pension, their security, their wealth. Giving them up hurt more than anything. Morrie opened his mouth, trying to find some last bit of resistance."But... but those shares are legally ours! We earned them through years of service! You cannot force us to sell them unless we agree..."He hadn't even finished speaking when the lawyer stepped forward again, adjusting his glasses and speaking in a grave, serious tone that sent chills through their bones."Director Morrie, Director Campos... let me remi
At the far end of the table, the three directors who respected Don Victor exchanged another look, barely able to contain their amusement and admiration.Look at them, Director Hale thought, suppressing a smirk. Morrie and Campos thought they were smart because they fooled the old man. But Don Victor never fools easily. He let them steal, he let them build their wealth, he let them feel safe... just so that one day, his granddaughter could come in, pull out the evidence, and crush them completely.They glanced at Amara, sitting there with such terrifying composure.Don Victor didn't just leave her the company. He left her every single secret, every single crime, every piece of evidence... all stored away, waiting for the day she would take her place as the true ruler of Musk Company.Cornered and exposed, Director Campos and Director Morrie’s fear quickly morphed into desperate, fiery anger. They slammed their hands on the table, standing up abruptly as they tried to turn the situation
At Amara’s command, Cristy stepped forward slightly, tablet in hand, her voice clear, steady, and professional as she began the report. She went through the documents one by one, reading out figures, dates, and details with absolute precision. Every single board member listened carefully, their eyes glued to her, their breaths held tight in their chests.But as the report went on, confusion began to ripple through the room. Most of the directors exchanged puzzled looks, whispering to one another."Wait... is she reading the data correctly?" Director Shaun muttered under his breath, leaning toward the man beside him. "Why is she going back this far? In a normal meeting, we only discuss the current status and the annual amount from the last fiscal year. We never go back further than that unless there is an audit.""That’s what I was thinking," the other director replied, frowning deeply. "She’s reading the annual income records from five years ago. Why bring up numbers that old? Those a
The study of Musk Mansion glowed dimly with firelight, tall shelves casting shadows that seemed to listen more closely than men. Outside, rain lashed against the windows, but within, only the slow tick of a clock and the crackle of the hearth filled the silence.Don Victor sat in his high-backed ch
The dining hall of the Musk estate was filled with warmth and shadow. Crystal chandeliers glowed softly above, like stars trapped in glass. Heavy curtains shut out the city, leaving only firelights and the gleam of polished silver to mark the evening. The smell of lemon oil lingered on the paneled
The stone corridors of the temple were cool and hushed, sunlight filtering through narrow windows and painting long strips of gold across the polished floor. The faint scent of incense lingered in the air, mingling with the sharper fragrance of herbs drying in clay bowls by the walls.Elira sat prop
The study smelled faintly of lemon, the kind of subtle richness Amara had always liked. It was past midnight, and the silence in the estate felt heavy, broken only by the faint hum of the city outside the tall windows.On her desk sat the folder. A slim thing cream cover, no markings but its presenc







