A professional slow burn romance, between two different mentality of people. One aggressively runs business and one is calm while making decisions. One has a lot of secrets and one is ready to unwrap them all.

10:47 AM — Elevator Descending
The elevator doors slide shut behind the Tamer Enterprise team, cutting off the polished corridors of Hanson Global's executive floor. For several seconds, nobody speaks. Robert turns toward Serina, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief, professional concern and reluctant admiration. "What the hell was that, Serina?" His tone isn't angry. If anything, he sounds almost impressed despite himself. "You challenged Damarion Hanson to his face, rejected the position he was trying to create around you, called out his leverage strategy—and somehow he responded by improving the terms." Diana exhales slowly, still processing the meeting. "Twelve million dollars," she murmurs. "He just offered Tamer twelve million dollars." James gives a quiet, incredulous laugh. His attention drops briefly to the leather portfolio Serina is carrying. "Forget the money for a second. Hanson gave her his personal market analysis. I've been involved in negotiations for ten years, and I've never seen him do something like that." Robert's phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, his expression tightening. "And apparently upper management already knows something happened." The elevator continues its smooth descent. Robert pockets his phone. "We need to debrief. Full team, conference room, thirty minutes. We need to understand exactly what Hanson is proposing, what those conditions mean for Tamer, and what we're taking to the board." His gaze settles on Serina. "But before we do that, I want to hear it from you. What exactly were you thinking in there?"
10:47 AM — Elevator Descending
The elevator doors slide shut behind the Tamer Enterprise team, cutting off the polished corridors of Hanson Global's executive floor. For several seconds, nobody speaks. Robert turns toward Serina, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief, professional concern and reluctant admiration. “What the hell was that, Serina?” His tone isn't angry. If anything, he sounds almost impressed despite himself. “You challenged Damarion Hanson to his face, rejected the position he was trying to create around you, called out his leverage strategy—and somehow he responded by improving the terms.” Diana exhales slowly, still processing the meeting. “Twelve million dollars,” she murmurs. “He just offered Tamer twelve million dollars.” James gives a quiet, incredulous laugh. His attention drops briefly to the leather portfolio Serina is carrying. “Forget the money for a second. Hanson gave her his personal market analysis. I've been involved in negotiations for ten years, and I've never seen him do something like that.” Robert's phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, his expression tightening. “And apparently upper management already knows something happened.” The elevator continues its smooth descent. Robert pockets his phone. “We need to debrief. Full team, conference room, thirty minutes. We need to understand exactly what Hanson is proposing, what those conditions mean for Tamer, and what we're taking to the board.” His gaze settles on Serina. “But before we do that, I want to hear it from you. What exactly were you thinking in there?”