Westbridge Real Asset Partners.

Back at the firm, Charlotte Bennett shut her office door and dropped her bag on the sofa.

Normally she'd have checked her email first and gone through the reports piling up. Today, before she could even sit down, Ha Tae-ung's words from a little while ago came back to her.

—Of all the parties held so far this year, the most dazzling.

—And the most luxurious.

And at the end, he'd even told her not to worry about anything as petty as cost.

"Whew……."

Letting out a long breath, Charlotte walked over to her desk.

The owner of the H.R TOWER had handed her his New York debut party.

The truth was, there was someone else far better suited to a job like this.

Emilia Lorenz.

The Lorenz house was an old-line East Coast financial dynasty with long ties to the Atlas card.

The family had thrown countless grand events where European royalty and nobility rubbed shoulders with Wall Street financiers and business leaders.

Emilia had grown up in that world, so she knew by instinct which people to put together to get a story going.

She knew just as instinctively which two people had to be kept apart to keep things from going wrong.

When it came to parties, Charlotte could never hope to top her.

And yet Ha Tae-ung had given the job to her, not to Emilia.

"Why did he give it to me?"

As she muttered it to herself, a smile curled Charlotte's lips.

The reason could wait. What mattered now was that she had her chance.

When Ha Tae-ung bought the H.R TOWER, he hadn't jumped at it on price alone.

He'd checked the location, its future value and how the space could be used before he made his decision.

During the renovation, too, he hadn't asked first how much the construction costs were climbing. He'd asked how the building's value would change once it was finished.

If good materials were needed, he'd told them to use them, and if anything needed changing after the work was done, he'd made them…