A flag snapping in the wind.
The kind of place that wanted the world to believe it was the future.
Olivia sat in the car for one extra second before getting out.
Not because she was nervous.
Because she liked to arrive still.
Stillness made people underestimate you.
She wore a cream blouse, a navy jacket, simple pearl earrings, and low heels.
Nothing flashy.
Nothing that said billionaire.
Nothing that gave insecure men a warning label.
Her phone lit up with a message from David Chen, her CFO.
Both paths ready. Investment package or full withdrawal sequence. Your call.
Olivia typed back one word.
Stand by.
Then she walked into the building.
The receptionist looked up with the bright, automatic smile of someone trained to greet money before she recognized what she thought she saw.
Her smile dimmed.
“Good morning,” Olivia said. “I’m here for my ten o’clock with Leonard Harrison.”
