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Morning sunlight streamed softly through floor-to-ceiling glass windows in the top-floor office of Nusantara Heritage. Inside the fully renovated main workspace, the stiff, oppressive teak furnishings of old had given way to warm, open modern design. The rich scent of freshly brewed black coffee mingled with white lilies, filling the air with a calm this place had not known in years.Camelia Nusantara sat behind her desk. Her fingers moved nimbly as she reviewed investment agreements from a European consortium for the Erlangga-Nusantara Global Initiative. Delicate-rimmed glasses resting on her lovely face lent her an air of sharp grace. No trace of exhaustion or fear lingered in her features anymore; she glowed with the happiness and quiet confidence of a woman who had found complete peace.Knock, knock.The door opened gently, without waiting for a lengthy reply. Morgan Erlangga stepped in with his signature blend of elegance and quiet authority. The sturdy man wore a crisp white shi

It was two o’clock at the Erlangga Holding headquarters. The fifty-fourth floor, usually a sanctuary of calm, precision, and efficiency, now hid a carefully woven, invisible web of manipulation.Camelia Nusantara stepped out of the private VIP elevator. She wore a soft pastel cream blazer that spoke of professional elegance. Tucked securely in her arms was a thick leather portfolio holding the final evaluation documents for the Erlangga-Nusantara Global Initiative—meant to be reviewed and approved together with Morgan before the board meeting that afternoon.As she approached the front secretary’s desk, Maya—Morgan’s personal secretary—stood looking awkward and visibly nervous.“Good afternoon, Miss Camelia,” Maya greeted with a polite bow.“Good afternoon, Maya. Is Morgan in his office?” Camelia asked warmly, her genuine smile radiating steady peace.“Mr. Morgan just went down to the fifty-third floor with Mr. David for an urgent meeting with the board commissioners, Miss,” Maya repl

The fifty-fourth floor of the Erlangga Holdings Main Building, usually blazing with light, lay bathed in dim, ghostly glow at three in the morning. Inside the concealed tactical control room, hidden behind the wood-paneled walls of Morgan’s office, banks of high-resolution monitors displayed rolling digital charts, international banking algorithms, and encrypted medical data networks.Morgan Erlangga stood at the center of the room, sleeves rolled up, top button of his black shirt undone. His gaze was cold, sharp, fixed unwaveringly on the three main screens before him. No trace of exhaustion remained in his firm features—only the absolute focus of a predator closing in on its prey.Beside him, David’s fingers flew across a mechanical keyboard, running repeated hacking protocols targeting Swiss banking servers. On the other side of the command desk, Noah—former tactical intelligence analyst and now head of Erlangga’s field security—unfolded a detailed map of Valeria Danubrata’s commun