Under the same contract

e walls of glass and steel, the feeling of being just another cog in an endless machine overwhelmed her. The noise of traffic, the honking horns, the voices of people

he skyscrapers, casting long shadows on the

was sure would irreversibly affect her future. She walked slowly, but with a growing tension in her chest. With her briefcase under

ust a professional assignment. It was her chance to prove she could rise to the occasion, to turn her life around. But every time she thought about it, a wave of uncertainty and resentme

s and steel, but a symbol of control, of boundless ambition, of absolute power over the city. It wasn't just an architectural project. It

lt inside. There was something about her that told her this project wasn't going to be just professional. There was some

The lobby was impressive, white marble and impeccably decorated, but everything about it seemed designed to intimidate. As she entered, the rec

e already knew everything that was going to happen. Emilia nodded wordlessly and followed the receptionist silently, feeli

er own life suffocated her. On the 47th floor, the doors opened automatically, and Emilia was greeted by an office that was, simply put, overwhelming. There was no room for doubt, not even for

wave of helplessness. His presence dominated the room. He wasn't just a businessman; he was a man whose shadow seemed to cover the entire city.

who she was, as if her arrival were a formality. His deep tone, so confid

her? Was he trying to manipulate her from the very beginning? The tension in her stomach grew sharply, and suddenly the entire office

ying to remain calm, and placed the documents o

f he were scanning her soul. It wasn't the first time Emilia had encountered powerful men

ons as an extension of my mind," he said, his voice low, almost a

oke, as if every word carried a weight of responsibility she hadn't asked for. The feeling of being trapped i

ng. That answer came out of her lips like an act of internal rebellion. She felt like her life, her identi

But there was something in his expression that disconcerted her. Was it a smile of approval? A smile

said, his gaze ret

r her life. Everything was no longer just a job. She was involved in something much more complex, something that would not only test her as an architect but would