The early morning air outside the hotel was thick with the remnants of the party. Most of Zhao Corp's employees had already left, some stumbling out drunk, others staying behind to take care of their less fortunate colleagues. The hotel lobby had mostly cleared, leaving a strange calmness. But one person wasn't joining in the clean-up or the drunken mess.
A woman in a striking red dress paced nervously near the emergency stairwell, clutching her phone with white knuckles. She kept glancing at the screen, her lips twisted in frustration. "Damn it, where is he? Why hasn't he sent the photo and video like I asked?" she muttered under her breath, her voice sharp with panic.
Her name was Rowena, and she was not a woman who enjoyed waiting—especially not for something as delicate as this. "I told him not to go all the way! Just a damn video, that's all I needed! Just enough to convince everyone of Amelia's slutty behavior."
