The entire tenth floor was silent—there was no one there.
Located in the heart of the city, every floor of Reid Group maximized its value.
Yet, the tenth floor had no offices, no employees. Instead, it had been transformed into a private garden.
She felt as if she had stepped into a sea of roses, their fragrance overwhelming her senses. As Selina followed the path forward, she suddenly stopped in her tracks, as if struck awake by a blow to the head.
—In front of her stood an arched window, distinct from the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows on other floors. This window had a wooden frame, exuding a fresh and artistic charm. On its narrow, twenty-centimeter-wide sill sat a delicate vase.
Selina stared blankly at the scene before her, and then, a sudden realization hit her—the words from that note flashed through her mind:
"I'll think about it. If I agree, I'll put a rose in the vase by the window on the tenth floor."
So… this was that window?
