Ulrich Yumi Novels & Stories

“If someone’s trying to use my company against my husband, I’m not sitting in an office waiting for answers.” Lila sighed, falling into step beside her. “Then I’m coming with you.” Yumi’s apartment was in one of the city’s upscale complexes—minimalist, expensive, and tastefully decorated. When they arrived, Elena knocked firmly, and a moment later, the door cracked open. Yumi appeared, pale but still striking in her simple loungewear. Her expression flickered in surprise. “Elena?” she said softly, switching to English. “This is unexpected.” Elena offered a polite but tight smile. “We need to talk.”