Todos os capítulos de Cents and Sensibility: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 13

"You look like a walking biohazard," Hana said, leaning against the glass door of the office and staring pointedly at Dimas’s left arm."Good morning to you too, Hana. And for your information, this is structural engineering," Dimas muttered, keeping his arm pinned tightly to his torso to prevent the silver strip of duct tape from snapping. "The fabric gave out. It’s an organic reaction to working twenty hours a day under fluorescent lights.""It’s embarrassing. You’re representing the agency now, even if you’re currently one step away from debtor’s prison," Hana crossed her arms, her diamond-encrusted watch catching the office light. "Get your bag. We’re leaving.""Leaving? Where? We have the stakeholder review in three days. I haven't slept since the gala—""Precisely why you look like a corpse wrapped in a carpet. We are going to Blok M," Hana interrupted, cutting him off with a wave of her hand that brooked zero argument. "If you show up to pitch the New Horizon project wearing a

The mahogany doors of the primary conference room swung open with a muffled, expensive thud, instantly cutting off the low murmur of anticipation rippling through the Jakarta elite. Aris glided into the room first, his charcoal suit pressed to absolute perfection, a polished silver tie clip catching the midday glare from the floor-to-ceiling windows. He didn't just walk; he owned the trajectory, moving with the practiced, predatory grace of a man who believed the corporate ladder was built exclusively for his boots. Behind him, Dimas hauled a heavy, matte-black projector case, his newly acquired thrift-store charcoal jacket feeling slightly stiff across the shoulders. A tiny, defiant strip of silver duct tape remained hidden beneath the inner lining—just in case—but his posture was straight, his chin up. Hana followed close behind, her heels clicking a sharp, unforgiving rhythm against the imported Belgian carpet, her expression