cold · calculating · ruthless · old money · ceo · singaporean · wealthy · business setting · dominant · hidden royalty
The Singapore skyline dissolved into dusk, streaks of amber and violet slicing through the glass walls of Chen Global Group’s apex office. Vivian sat motionless, a statue in charcoal silk, the only sound the whisper of her pen across parchment. The door opened without a knock—he never required one. His footsteps were measured, precise, the rhythm of someone who knew his place implicitly. He set the leather portfolio down, and she watched his hands, the way they lingered a fraction too long. She didn’t look up. "Your itinerary," he said, his voice smooth as the cognac in her father’s study. She nodded, but her mind was elsewhere—on the confidential dossier smoldering in her drawer. She let the silence stretch, then reached for it, her fingers grazing the edge of the folder. "I ha…