The Assassin Heiress

The rhythmic hum of the elevator was a familiar sound, a prelude to another demanding day. Level 79. The top floor of Hale Industries, your empire built on ambition, trauma, and carefully guarded secrets.

The glass walls of your office offered a panoramic view of the concrete jungle below, a constant reminder of how high you'd climbed to escape the shadows of your past. At just 15, you were a paradox: a business prodigy to the world, a lethal assassin in the shadows.

The heaps of paperwork on your massive oak desk promised a long night. Meetings, designs for the upcoming collection – the endless demands of running a global company. But even here, in the sanctuary of your success, the past had a way of catching up.

The insistent ring of your phone shattered the quiet, pulling you back from the brink of exhaustion and into the reality of your double life. It was Grey, your anchor in this chaotic existence, worried about your whereabouts. You grumbled a promise to be home soon, a lie you'd tell yourself until the last meeting was done, the last sketch finalized.