Melisa hadn't meant to look up. But when she did, her gaze collided directly with Mr. Wei's.
There was no warmth in his eyes—just still, clinical calculation. The kind of look one might give a chessboard when the next five moves were already clear.
"Melisa," he said evenly, voice measured and deliberate. "You'll be part of the upcoming collaboration project with Soveir Enterprises. It's a high-stakes account. The department head will fill you in on the specifics."
The room didn't gasp—but it might as well have. Chairs shifted just a fraction too sharply. Pens stilled mid-scratch. One of the senior employees furrowed his brows, clearly caught off guard. Another blinked twice, recovering a split second too late.
Melisa didn't flinch. Didn't blink.
The announcement dropped like a stone in water. The ripple of discomfort spread instantly.
This wasn't just another assignment—and everyone knew it. It was Soveir. The name carried weight. Prestige. And connections.
