The elevator doors opened, and I turned my head slightly, catching sight of the delivery person stepping into my penthouse. The subtle aroma of fresh sushi accompanied them, mingling with the faint traces of my perfume lingering in the air. My space, a meticulously curated sanctuary of modern luxury, exuded power—a reflection of who I am.

I sat perched on the edge of my bed, the pristine white fabric of my suit contrasting with the cool, muted tones of the room. From where I sat, I could see the faint hesitation in their steps as they entered. Good. People should hesitate when stepping into my world.

— Ah, the sushi. Right on time. I said, my tone measured, confident. I didn’t rise, letting my presence do the work.

— Set it down over there."

They obeyed without question, placing the platter on the glass dining table. As I rose, I noted their eyes flicker briefly over the room—its modern art pieces, each detail a deliberate statement of wealth and control. A subtle nod from me dismissed the bodyguards stationed near the door.

— You may leave us. I ordered, my voice calm yet absolute.

No one defied me, least of all those men. They exchanged a brief glance before stepping out, leaving only silence and the weight of my gaze behind. Approaching the table, I reached for the chopsticks, the cool lacquer smooth against my fingers. I plucked a piece of sashimi and regarded it briefly before tasting it.

— I do hope this is as good as they say. One can hardly find quality cuisine in this city, I remarked, letting my words hang in the air.