บท 293: [ Volume 1] Chaper 293- Fat

After half an hour, a red sports car screeched to a halt outside the towering Valhale building. Esme kicked the door open, her heels hitting the pavement with an assertive click. She tugged her sleeve upward, baring her wrist, the edges of her watch catching the sunlight. One hand rested confidently on her waist as she took in the familiar sight. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of mischief and determination. The last time she had been here, she'd dealt with hooligans. Today, it was the shareholders' turn.