The scene shifted to Steeven's office.
Sunlight filtered softly through the large glass windows, casting a calm glow across the room. Inside, Steeven and Bill stood near the desk, deeply engaged in discussion about the upcoming meeting. Their expressions were serious—this wasn't just another business deal; it was something far more critical.
After a few minutes of discussion, both of them stepped out of the office.
Steeven adjusted his coat and turned to his secretary, who was standing nearby, waiting for instructions.
"Call Miss Amili," Steeven said calmly. "She'll be joining us for the meeting."
The secretary froze for a brief moment, clearly surprised by the decision. His eyes flickered with hesitation, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Yes, sir," he replied, bowing slightly before walking away.
Meanwhile, Amili stood in front of a mirror inside her office.
She was fully prepared—dressed elegantly, her appearance flawless. A faint smile played on her lips, one filled not with innocence but with hidden intentions.
Today… everything ends, she thought to herself. This company won't survive after this.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Miss Amili," the secretary said respectfully after entering, "Mr. Steeven and Mr. Bill are leaving for the meeting. They're waiting for you."
Amili turned, her expression instantly softening.
"Alright, I'm coming," she replied sweetly.
But inside, her thoughts were far from gentle.
Perfect timing.
Without wasting another second, she stepped out and headed toward Steeven.
The moment Steeven saw her, a faint smile appeared on his face. He walked toward her with confidence.
"Come, Amili," he said warmly. "See? I kept my promise."
There was a subtle emphasis in his tone—something only he understood.
"Let's go."
The three of them left together.
After a short drive, their car stopped in front of a massive corporate building belonging to Unicorn Company.
The structure stood tall and imposing, reflecting power and authority. As they stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted—formal, cold, and calculated.
They were guided into the meeting room.
The room was spacious, furnished with a long polished table at the center. Everything about it screamed professionalism. Steeven, Bill, and Amili took their seats and began waiting for the CEO of Unicorn Company.
A few moments of silence passed.
Amili leaned slightly toward Steeven, her curiosity—or rather, her act—coming into play.
"Mr. Steeven," she asked softly, "why exactly are we holding this meeting… and who are we meeting with?"
The moment those words left her lips, Bill's expression darkened instantly.
"What?" he snapped, his voice sharp. "Do you even have a brain? You insisted on coming here, even after I clearly refused—and now you don't even know why we're here or who we're meeting?"
His anger filled the room.
"Are you stupid or something?"
Amili felt a flicker of irritation rise inside her, but she controlled it perfectly. Her face showed nothing but guilt.
"I know it's my mistake, Mr. Bill," she said softly. "I was busy with some office work and didn't get the time to gather information about the meeting. I'm really sorry. Please forgive me."
But Bill wasn't in the mood to listen.
"No matter how many excuses you make," he said coldly, "you'll still remain a fool. Just get out of here. When I return to the company, I expect a report of your work."
Hearing this, Amili's heart skipped for a moment.
"No, no, Mr. Bill," she said quickly, her voice trembling just enough to sound convincing. "Please give me one more chance. I promise I won't make this mistake again."
But Bill remained unmoved.
Just as the situation was about to escalate further, Steeven finally spoke.
"Enough," he said firmly.
Both of them fell silent.
"Take a look at where you are," Steeven continued calmly. "This isn't the place for arguments. No one is leaving."
He turned toward Amili.
"You're staying."
Bill tried to object. "But—"
"No, Bill," Steeven interrupted. "I made a promise, and I intend to keep it."
Then his tone shifted slightly, becoming more serious.
"But Amili, this is your mistake. You asked for this opportunity, yet you came unprepared. From now on, you won't say a single word during the meeting. Just observe—carefully. Watch how we speak, what we discuss, and note the important points."
He placed a file in front of her.
"I'll check what you've learned later."
Amili nodded obediently. "Yes, Mr. Steeven."
She sat quietly, picking up the file.
Time passed.
Five minutes… ten minutes… twenty minutes.
Still, no one entered the room.
Amili's patience began to wear thin.
"Why is no one coming?" she muttered, unable to hold back anymore. "They know we're here for a meeting, right? Did they forget?"
Steeven remained calm.
"No," he replied. "They're probably busy. Waiting a little won't harm us."
But even after more time passed, the door remained closed.
This time, Amili couldn't stop herself.
"This is ridiculous," she said, her frustration clear. "What kind of people are they? Don't they have basic manners? Keeping us waiting like this—do they think our time has no value? Honestly, I don't think we should even proceed with this meeting."
Before Steeven could respond, Bill slammed his hand lightly on the table.
"Didn't you hear what Steeven said?" he snapped. "You're not supposed to speak. If you say one more word, I'll forget any promise he made and throw you out of here myself."
Amili clenched her fists under the table.
This bastard…
But she stayed silent.
Steeven sighed slightly.
"You two really don't know when to stop, do you?" he said.
Then he turned to Amili and slid the file closer to her.
"Read this."
Amili picked it up and began going through the contents.
As her eyes scanned the pages, her expression subtly changed.
The meeting was with Unicorn Company.
And the purpose…
Acquisition.
Her lips curved slightly.
So that's it… she thought. They want to acquire Unicorn Company.
Her eyes darkened.
Not happening. No matter what… I won't let this deal succeed.
She continued reading, her mind already forming plans.
Just then—
Click.
The meeting room door finally opened.
All three of them looked up.
A man entered, his presence commanding immediate attention. His posture was confident, his expression calm yet sharp.
It was Mr. Edison.
The moment he stepped inside, Steeven, Bill, and Amili stood up together.
"Good afternoon," Steeven greeted politely.
The man gave a slight nod.
"Let's begin," he said.
And with that—
The real game started.