Jincheng City. Dragon Group Headquarters.
The Dragon Group Tower did not just scrape the sky; it pierced it, insulted it, and then bought the air rights. It was a 200-story monolith of black glass that loomed over Jincheng City like a tombstone made of money.
Elara Vance stood in the lobby. She was no longer wearing the white "Victim" dress. She was wearing a grey, shapeless jumpsuit that smelled faintly of industrial lemon cleaner.
She held a mop.
"This is your domain," Li Wusheng announced, sweeping his hand across the marble lobby.
He stood by the private elevator, surrounded by a phalanx of executives who were frantically taking notes on his every breath. He looked impeccable in a charcoal suit, his "CEO Aura" practically visible as a shimmering distortion in the air.
"You owe me 500 Million Yuan," Li reminded her, his voice projecting so every employee in the lobby could hear. "We agreed on a payment plan."
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Elara gripped the mop handle. Her knuckles turned white.
