Don’t overthink it.”
Jang misunderstood my silence.
“Oh. I understand. You’re after him.”
I stared at her.
“You call him by his name. You ignore rules. You act special. You think you can seduce President Shiao?”
Someone laughed quietly.
Jang raised her chin.
“I’ve been with President Shiao for a long time.”
Before I could respond, the conference-room doors opened.
Shiaoza emerged.
He was still handsome in the way that had once made everything else disappear—dark suit, silver tie, controlled expression.
Then he saw Jang.
His face softened.
“Tong Tong,”
