The conference room of iNet Group towered with silent elegance, its wide glass walls framing the skyline like a painting. Three top board members sat at the long black table, waiting patiently but critically.Their presence filled the room with the kind of tension only powerful men could command.First was Mr. Raymond Eze, head of Finance, known for restructuring two crumbling banks into profitable ventures within a decade. Beside him was Mrs. Theresa Omodara, CEO of Terranet Media Holdings, and one of the most sought-after strategic investors in the country.Then at the far end sat Mr. Godwin Holland, the project manager in charge of new venture partnerships—sharp, stern, and with little tolerance for mediocrity.Zoe stood before them, her legs rooted to the polished floor, her hands gripping her tablet and a neatly organized file. She wore a deep blue corporate gown, with her hair perfectly pinned up. By the door stood her personal assistant, Doris Okeke, who gave her an encouraging

“Hey, I was just about to call you,” Jordan said with a soft smile as he picked up Jenna’s call. He was already packing up his desk, the files neatly stacked in a leather folder.The clock on the wall read 2:47 p.m. He’d been counting down to closing time because there was a place he needed to visit before going home.“I miss you,” Jenna said, her voice warm. “I just wanted to hear your voice. And… if you’re not too tired, maybe we could have dinner at my place tonight?”Jordan chuckled lightly. “You don’t even need to ask. I’ll be there.”“Good,” Jenna replied sweetly. “So you said you were about to call me. What was it?”Jordan leaned against his desk, letting out a long breath. “You won’t believe who walked into my conference room today, looking for a contract presentation.”“Who?” Jenna asked with curiosity.“Zoe,” he said calmly. “Zoe Bennett.”There was a pause on the line. “Your ex-wife?”Jordan nodded as if she could see him. “The same. She came to iNet Group today to pitch a