Aris stood up, walking toward her with a predatory grace. "The board expects a presentation by Monday. If you're reconsidering, we’re both in trouble." "I always deliver, Aris. You know that."
"Make it an Italian place," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "And Aris? No talk about the merger." He smiled, a slow, dangerous expression. "Deal." 📚 Popular Books by Christian Simamora Christian Simamora Pdf
The air in the Sudirman Central Business District was thick with humidity and the smell of expensive espresso. Aris sat in his corner office, his thumb tracing the edge of a crystal paperweight. He wasn’t looking at the spreadsheets on his monitor; he was looking at the woman standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. Aris stood up, walking toward her with a predatory grace
"You’re late, Maya," Aris said, his voice dropping an octave. You know that
She finally turned, her silk blouse catching the dim light of the office. Maya had been the one that got away—the one who chose a scholarship in London over a promise in a rooftop bar five years ago. Now, she was the consultant hired to fix his firm’s failing merger.
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