Chapter 35 Feels Too Familiar

• Chapter 35
• The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kenzo’s penthouse, bathing the entire space in a muted golden hue. But warmth had nothing on the cold tension in the room.
• Kenzo sat at the dining table, flipping through his emails with a mug of untouched coffee in front of him. Gianna had sent him the finalized reports for the quarter, along with updates on investor concerns over the recent PR turbulence.