Love or Obsession?? ''
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The PT. William's International building towers proudly over the West Jakarta skyline, seeming to cleave through the clouds with its dark glass walls. To anyone who passes by, the building is more than just an office; it is a symbol of the power of a conglomerate king whose business empire spans nearly every sector in the country.
Here is Mathius now, standing at the pinnacle of his empire. The top floor of the building offers a panoramic view of West Jakarta from behind its transparent glass walls, but his focus doesn't shift even slightly. His eyes are glued to the brightly lit computer screen, displaying a steeply rising red graph—a report of a decline that threatens the foundation of his company.
Matthew slams his fist on the table. "How did this happen?"
Davin Wijaya, Mr. Yohan's trusted assistant, approached with a serious expression. Despite his relatively young age—around twenty-five—the man was known for his sharp data analysis. "Suspicious, Young Master. There are no operational issues, but this graph is plummeting."
Mathius glanced at Davin for a moment, before returning his gaze to the computer screen in front of him. "I don't want to know. Investigate this matter now," he commanded in a low, threatening tone. "Someone must be messing around behind the scenes."
The anger etched across his face was clear, indicating that he would not tolerate even the slightest failure.
"Yes, Young Master," Davin replied obediently. The sound of the door closing behind his assistant left a suffocating silence.
Mathius exhaled heavily. His tense body now collapsed, leaning fully back against the cool leather chair. Rubbing the bridge of his throbbing nose, he closed his eyes, trying to banish the image of the red graph that had been haunting his screen.
The loud sound of his phone suddenly interrupted Mathius's rest. With a heavy sigh, he reached for the phone lying next to the computer. A message notification appeared from a contact with the caption 'My Love'.
"Honey, I want this latest Dior bag, and a new car. My car is broken," his lover wrote on it.
Mathius stared blankly at the screen. Before his exhaustion could subside, a new demand arrived.
Again, Mathius sighed heavily. With heavy thumbs, he typed a reply to Amora.
"Didn't you buy a new bag yesterday? "And your car is still new, Amora," he sent.
The message was immediately read. It didn't take long for her phone to buzz again.
"But I want this one! "Do you not love me anymore?"
Mathius stared blankly at the screen. A sense of resignation gripped him. Without the energy to argue, he simply typed, "Whatever, just buy it."
He immediately turned off his phone, threw it on the table, and leaned back. This time, he truly wanted to disappear from the world for a moment.
While Mathius tried to find peace in his room, a different atmosphere was evident in the main lobby of the building. A mysterious woman stepped in. She was dressed in an all-white outfit—shirt, mask, and even a hat that partially covered her face—paired with contrasting black pants.
With relaxed but sure steps, the woman passed the security post, whose officers were sipping coffee. She even strolled smoothly past the reception desk, undisturbed by the voices of the two women gossiping there. Her white boots clacked softly as she made her way to the elevator. Once inside, her fingers pressed the highest number button—the top of the building where Mathius was.
It didn't take long for the elevator's ding to echo across the silent floor. The woman stepped out, her feet carrying her straight to a The door was marked with a striking black mark. He stopped right in front of it, staring at it with a glint in his eyes that was hard to decipher—a mix of longing and ambition.
From the pocket of his white shirt, he pulled out a fresh red rose. His calm fingers placed it on the floor, right in front of the door.
"Geo..." he whispered softly, a name that seemed to carry the weight of the past.
Without waiting for a reply or looking back, he turned and left, leaving behind the scent of roses that contrasted with the coldness of the company hallway.