In the second week of January, during a busy morning, Anisa walked into her cabin to find a man standing with his back to her, gazing out at the studio floor. His silhouette was oddly familiar, yet she couldn't immediately place him. š
He was dressed in a sharp, well-tailored ensemble: a classic navy blazer over a high-quality white wool suit, navy trousers, and polished leather loafers. As she stepped closer, the subtle, refined scent of sandalwood cologne reached her.
"Hello? Can I help you? What are you doing here?" she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and authority. š£
The man turned. It was Yugh !
Anisa stared, utterly taken aback. The transformation was staggering. This was not the grief-stricken man who had stormed out of her office weeks ago. This was someone composed, commanding, and impeccably turned out. What was he doing here, dressed like this? š
"Why shouldn't I be here, Anisa? Do I need your permission?" Yugh asked, his voice calm but carrying a new, unfamiliar depth.
"No, that's not what I meant... I asked if you were here on specific business..." Anisa began, her sentence trailing off as he took control of the conversation. š
"Zahra invested in this studio with money she took from me," he stated, moving to sit in one of the chairs opposite her desk, crossing his legs with an air of casual ownership.
"From what I've discovered, that means I hold the next largest stake here after you. Am I wrong?" š
"No, you're not wrong," Anisa conceded, her voice low. "So, you've come to claim that money back? Is that it?"
"No," he said, his tone firm and decisive. "I've come to work. You and I are both principals here now. I intend to take on that responsibility. My lawyer, Mr. Sanjaya, will be here shortly with the relevant legal documents to formalize my position as a managing partner." š¤
Anisa sank into her own chair, the weight of his words pressing down on her.
The future of the AZ Studio, the one thing she had been holding together, was about to change in a way she could never have anticipated. She braced herself, unsure of what was to come. š¤¦