Severine stared at the royal blue invitation to the Business Summit resting on the small table in front of her. She was still musing over the fact that she actually got it.
In her last life, she had worked tirelessly, bleeding her soul into every project, only to be labeled a "misfit"—someone too cold, too rigid, and ultimately unfit to lead the Vale Enterprises.
Now, when she had stopped chasing their approval and started building her own world, the symbols of power were falling right into her lap.
It was surreal. It was almost poetic.
Thud!
The heavy sound of a door hitting the wall snapped Severine out of her thoughts. Her eyes darted toward the shared living area in the dorm.
She walked out of her room, her eyes fixed on the mess.
Alina stumbled out of her room, a massive equipment bag slung over her shoulder.
