Mike Richard stepped out of the black SUV, his polished shoes clicking sharply against the pavement as he entered Richie’s 5-Star Hotel. The sun glared down from a cloudless sky, casting a golden hue over the glistening glass building, but Mike’s mood was anything but warm. His jaw was locked, his face unreadable as he passed the line of staff bowing and greeting him. He didn’t pause. Not even for his secretary who jogged after him, heels clacking on the marble.

"Sir, the DPO has been called. He confirmed he’ll be here in an hour," she panted.

"Good," Mike said without looking back. "Get everyone ready for the emergency board...