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Day by day passed... Inside a luxurious hotel ballroom in Jakarta on a Sunday night, hundreds of invited guests arrived dressed in high-end formal wear. Every man wore a tailored suit, and every woman donned an elegant evening gown. The food and beverages were meticulously prepared by the hotel staff. Every class of gourmet dish was served to ensure the absolute satisfaction of all attendees. Hundreds of corporate representatives were already present. While they were all treated with respect, the corporate entity singled out as the most special guest of the evening was Sanjaya Techno. There was a compelling reason behind this that would soon send shockwaves through the audience. After the MC opened the grand event, Martin stepped up to the podium with a confident stride and announced, "The CEO of Nano-ID is a former employee of the Sanjaya Group. He was deeply admired during his time as an IT specialist at Sanjaya Techno." Lionny started in shock. Did she hear that correctly? The

Stefan reclaimed the center of the stage."Ladies and gentlemen, there are two Nano-ID employees who hold a rather special place in my heart. Why? Because they are former high school friends whom I could never possibly forget. Please come up and join me on stage, Ryan Vikes and Marissa Stya!"The two individuals called out, who had been sitting there looking as though they had lost their minds, widened their eyes in absolute horror. It seemed today was going to be an agonizingly long day for the pair. Countless chaotic scenarios had already raced through their heads. Yet that sudden public summons completely shattered all of them.Ryan and Marissa were locked into five-year employment contracts; if they wanted to resign? Well, they knew how it worked—they couldn't just casually toss a pile of leaves at the treasury department to buy their freedom. Heaven only knew how massive the buyout penalty would be.Once Ryan and Marissa stepped up onto the luxurious stage, Stefan finally spoke u

Pak Arya Sutejo’s extended family, as well as his wife’s side—the Diningrat Family—all decided to sever their business partnerships with the Sanjaya Group and vowed never to look back, cutting ties across the board as partners, clients, and customers alike. Following Stefan’s directives, prominent families throughout Indonesia whose companies relied heavily on Nano-ID likewise terminated their business relationships with all Sanjaya Group entities without exception. Dozens of investors abandoned the seven Sanjaya Group companies. Even government agencies turned their backs on the Sanjaya Group—not due to any explicit order from Stefan, but simply because the conglomerate had begun to fracture and collapse under its own weight. Sitting at his office desk that morning, Bobby Sanjaya felt as though his skull was about to split open. A relentless stream of reports poured in detailing plunging profits, mounting losses, severe investment shortages, crashing market valuations, and a barra

Stefan received a serious threat!That morning in his apartment, right before heading out to work, he received a WhatsApp message that read:*“Your life is in danger, Stefan! You better watch your back!”*Stefan was neither shocked nor frightened. Instead, he remained completely calm. After dressing in a neat, highly authoritative office suit, Stefan took an online motorcycle taxi to the office. About ten minutes later, he arrived.Stepping off the bike, Stefan was rather surprised by the commotion in the office courtyard. What was going on? Why were people crowding around?Stefan took long strides. The employees parted to make way for Stefan, stepping aside one by one so he could get a closer look at what they were staring at.Scrawled in blood-red paint across one of the office walls were the words:*“Your life is in danger, Stefan! You better watch your back!”*Every single Nano-ID employee was utterly shocked! Who on earth had left such a menacing threat? Yet, despite the grave da

During his commute home that night amid heavy traffic congestion, the motorcycle Stefan was riding was suddenly intercepted by four men on two separate motorbikes. The young ojol driver angrily gestured for the four men to clear the way. "Move aside! We need to pass!" he shouted, waving his hands. Stefan remained entirely composed, even though he knew he was walking straight into danger. The four men, clad in thick black jackets and full-face helmets, dismounted from their bikes. One of them stepped forward aggressively and barked, "You're Stefan! You bastard! You took forever leaving work!" Another snarled loudly, "Hey you, ojol! Get lost! We've got no business with you!" The ojol driver refused to budge. Despite his lean physique, he showed not an ounce of fear. His wits were sharp. "Get out of the way! I'll scream robbery and you bastards will get beaten to a pulp by the mob," he growled with a smirk. Stefan dismounted and said coldly, "Yes, I am Stefan. What do you want?" L