The company prepared for the annual gala, a night when power shone brighter than diamonds. Everyone whispered about the mysterious CEO—an untouchable figure, rarely seen, always watching.
But that night, all eyes searched for Jeny.
She was missing.
Then—
The sound of an engine silenced the party chatter. A black luxury car glided to the entrance. From it stepped Jeny, draped in midnight silk, diamonds burning at her throat. Her heels clicked like the sound of judgment itself.
The whispers turned into gasps.
"That's… Jeny?"
"She looks like—"
No. She was.
The CEO.
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