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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.
"I know you deliver results," he said, stopping just inches from her. The scent of her perfume—vanilla and something sharp, like citrus—hit him like a physical blow. "It’s the person behind the results I can never seem to reach."
Maya didn't turn around. She watched the sunset bleed orange over the Jakarta skyline. "I wasn't late. I was reconsidering." "Reconsidering the contract?" "Reconsidering you."
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." Christian Simamora Pdf
"You’re late, Maya," Aris said, his voice dropping an octave.
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Maya let out a short, breathy laugh. "Maybe that's because you're still looking for the girl from the rooftop. She’s gone. This is the woman who bills five hundred dollars an hour." She finally turned, her silk blouse catching the
The tension in the room was a living thing, stretched tight like a piano wire. For a moment, the professional mask Maya wore slipped, and he saw the flicker of the girl who used to share street food with him until dawn.
"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
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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.
"I'll pay double," Aris whispered, reaching out to brush a stray hair from her face. "If it means you'll stay for dinner."