Martins' POV
A middle-aged woman, her chestnut hair neatly arranged in a bun, stepped into the grand, oak-paneled office. Holding a sleek black briefcase firmly in her hand, she pushed the heavy wooden door open and entered with an air of confidence.
"This is the office of the CEO?" came a masculine voice from behind her before its owner revealed himself. The man who followed her inside was also middle-aged, but his presence commanded attention. Impeccably dressed in a limited-edition suit, his every movement exuded an undeniable air of wealth and power.
Though he tried to appear casual and approachable, his demeanor gave away his true nature. I smirked, observing his calculated steps and the subtle arrogance in his bearing. Everything about him matched the profile I had meticulously st
