Inside the penthouse, the air shifted. The space was vast yet suffocating, the walls lined with bookshelves and abstract art that seemed to ripple as Nitya's gaze moved over them. A grand chandelier hung above a circular table where a holographic map of Asia flickered, dotted with glowing red markers.
"Please, have a seat," Jang said, gesturing toward the table.
Nitya's instincts screamed danger, but she moved fluidly, settling into the chair opposite him. The illusion she maintained was fragile, and any slip could shatter it.
Jang sat, his demeanor calm but his eyes sharp, like a predator assessing prey. "You mentioned business. What kind of ventures are you interested in?"
Nitya's mind worked rapidly. "Emerging markets," she said, her tone measured. "Particularly those with... strategic value."
Jang smiled faintly, leaning back in his chair. "Interesting. And what do you consider 'strategic'?"
