#hutao06 Oaths in the Dar

Sophia Clarke stepped out of the elevator at Burj Al Arab, the golden n//eon lights of Marina Bay casting a glow on her sleek black hair tied high, highlighting her blue eyes and a confident smile tinged with tension. At 27, Sophia, a financial analyst from London, had come to Dubai to work for Al-Mansour Group, where billion-dollar deals were sealed. After a failed romance with a colleague in London, she was determined to make her mark, and Dubai, with its lavish business world and high stakes, was the perfect arena to prove herself.

She crossed the hotel lobby, n//eon from the towers illuminating her face. “Sophia Clarke, this is your shot,” she muttered, inhaling the scent of p//erfume and Ar//abic c//offee. “Don’t let some jerk distract you!” She paused at a bar, the aroma of w//hisky making her smile faintly. She snapped a photo of the bay, texting her best friend in London: “Dubai’s like a dream, but I’ve got a bad feeling… Al-Mansour’s no simple game.”

At a temporary office in downtown Dubai, Sophia opened her laptop, heart p//ounding as she read an email from the CFO. She was invited to a private meeting on Damien Wolfe’s yacht, a 35-year-old billionaire known for his c//old demeanor and knack for manipulating real estate markets. But rumors dubbed him the “shadow wolf” for ties to covert criminal activities. Sophia googled him, and an image appeared: dark brown hair, storm-gray eyes, a smug half-smile radiating danger. “Damien Wolfe, huh? Looks like he’d r//ip me ap//art,” she muttered, but her heart raced, a strange sensation stirring.