They have requested your presence at a formal meeting to "discuss the situation and reach an understanding."
They are not prepared for your actual response.
I await your instructions.
—Li Si Ming
Zhou Yuxi exhaled slowly, the breath controlled and measured, releasing tension she hadn't realized she was carrying.
Tang Yuze.
She closed her eyes for half a second, just long enough to acknowledge the memory, the weight of the name, the complicated reality of what it meant to be absorbing the company of one of her adoptive fathers into her growing empire. Just long enough to feel the faint echo of something that might have been guilt or gratitude or some combination of emotions she didn't have time to properly process.
Then she opened her eyes again, and her expression was unreadable, cold, the mask of the strategist settling back into place with practiced ease.
