In the conference room, seating arrangements were strategic. Regardless of who was presenting, the seat at the center was always reserved for the highest-ranking person. Vincent Norman, or "Satan," entered last. He was holding his phone, his brow furrowed slightly, scanning something on the screen. Dylan followed closely behind him. As Vincent walked through, people stood up, greeting him respectfully. "Good morning, everyone. Please, have a seat," he said in his gravelly voice. Only after he sat down did the rest of the room follow suit. Dylan placed a folder in front of him, "Here are the finalized design plans for the luxury apartment project, sir." "Alright," Vincent replied, picking up the documents. "Let's begin." The lights dimmed, and the room was bathed in darkness except for the beam of light from the projector that illuminated the white screen behind Emily. Emily glanced at the slides on display. This wasn't her presentation; there were no credits, no names on the first slide. She hadn’t seen the deck before. It was clear she was expected to improvise. She turned toward Ken, who gave her a thumbs up, encouraging her to start. This was clearly a hastily arranged meeting. Her gaze shifted to Vincent, seated at the head of the table, his legs crossed elegantly as he reviewed the design plans in front of him. Emily had a suspicion that this entire meeting was Vincent’s doing—called on a whim, perhaps. But she didn’t have time to dwell on it. The room was packed, at least a hundred people, all waiting for her to speak. After testing the mic to ensure it was working, Emily began presenting the project, navigating through the unfamiliar slides. "This is a residential apartment project aimed at middle-class or rich families. Given the income range of the target customers, we’ve included features such as a family interaction area, fitness zone, and relaxation spaces," she explained smoothly. No one knew this project better than Emily. Even without having reviewed the presentation, she delivered the information with ease and confidence. The first half of the presentation went smoothly. But toward the end, she suddenly felt lightheaded. She’d had little sleep the night before, and the high heels she wore weren’t helping. Rubbing her temple, she reached for the nearby wall to steady herself.Ken, noticing, rushed over. "Miranda, are you okay?" "I'm fine," she smiled weakly, reassuring him. "Just a little unsteady for a second." Ken frowned. "You don’t look well. Are you sure you’re okay?" Emily had been up all night in the hospital the day before yesterday, and the previous day had been emotionally exhausting, with Vincent and Jackson’s confrontation still fresh in her mind. Since landing in New York, she hadn’t had much rest at all. And then, to her horror, she felt it—a sudden warmth between her legs. Her period had arrived, unexpectedly early. Worse yet, she was wearing a light beige suit. Any sign of red would be instantly visible. "Miranda?" Ken's voice brought her back to reality. "I’m fine, let’s continue." Emily adjusted her stance, standing with her legs pressed together and leaning against the wall, hiding herself as much as possible in the dim light. Ken hesitated, but seeing her stand her ground, he returned to his seat. Emily soldiered through the presentation, finishing after an hour. The project was one of the largest initiatives for the company, and its complexity demanded time. Luckily, her moment of dizziness hadn't derailed the meeting. By the end, even those who had initially looked down on her were now listening intently. Their expressions had changed to ones of respect. "Miranda, you were incredible," Ken was the first to clap. "You remembered all that data so clearly. Amazing!" The room brightened as the lights were switched back on. Emily glanced down at her skirt. The front was fine, no stains. But she instinctively knew the back of her skirt had to be stained—she could feel the wetness. "Ken, I’ve wrapped up the presentation. If there are no further questions, may I head back to my work?" she asked. Ken shook his head. "Not so fast. This is the first time Mr. Norman has heard the full project briefing. We need to see if he has any questions." Emily nodded. It was, after all, Vincent's company. And now, she was just an employee. He was the boss. "Mr. Norman, is there anything you'd like to clarify?" Emily asked, addressing Vincent directly.Vincent’s eyes finally lifted from the design plans, settling on her. "Miranda," he said, his tone low. "Yes?" "Did you skip breakfast this morning?" Emily blinked, taken aback. She glanced at her colleagues, but they seemed unaware of the significance behind his question. Relieved, she forced a smile. "I… don’t usually have breakfast." "Is that so?" he murmured, as if making a mental note. "Breakfast is important. Skipping it can lead to low blood sugar, which can cause dizziness, nausea, even fainting. I want my employees to work hard, but I also want them to stay healthy." Emily nodded, flustered. "Yes, I understand." Vincent's voice grew raspier as he spoke, clearly strained. Dylan, who had been standing by, immediately handed him a thermos. "Here, sir. Drink some water to soothe your throat." Vincent took a few sips before returning to the conversation. "Miranda mentioned that this is a middle-class residential project. If a couple plans on having a second child and wants to bring their parents to live with them, will the apartment be able to accommodate such a family?" Emily nodded. "There are larger units available. For instance, there’s a 200-square-meter unit with five bedrooms, which would be suitable for such a family." "How many of these larger units are available?" Vincent asked. "One hundred and six," she answered. "That’s not enough," he said, his tone measured. "You’re targeting middle-to-high income families, most of whom will be growing. Aside from a few who might not want children, the majority will be expanding their families. From your floor plans, I see that the majority of units are smaller. There's clearly a lack of larger units. Did you account for this when designing the project?"