"Would you like to be the international face of our latest diamond brand?"

Clarissa’s voice flowed softly, like a whisper carried by the Tokyo night wind between the towering skyscrapers. She stood across from Haruki on the rooftop of an exclusive lounge, her hair elegantly loose, her smile sharpened like a well-polished weapon.

Haruki furrowed his brows. "That’s… sudden," he replied, trying to sound casual, though he couldn’t ignore the magnitude of the offer just laid before him.

Clarissa handed him a tablet. The screen displayed a luxurious presentation—global campaign photos, partnerships with top European brands, and a proposed payment that was far from modest.

“You have charisma, Haruki. That...