The night had already grown deep in the heart of Makazhar City.
Inside a towering, modern-style building—the local branch office of Alasia Group—the soft glow of warm lighting illuminated a luxurious room filled with an atmosphere of calm professionalism.
Seated elegantly in her chair was Ai, her semi-formal attire radiating both sophistication and the commanding aura of a woman born to lead.
Across from her, a female assistant and a male assistant sat on a plush sofa, a mountain of official documents sprawled across the glass table before them.
Scratch. Scratch. Stamp.
The repetitive rhythm of paper being flipped, marked, and stamped filled the silence of the night—until finally…
"Huahhh… finally done!"
Both assistants let out a sigh of relief in perfect unison, stretching their arms and backs as though they had just completed a marathon through bureaucratic chaos.
