I built my life on clean deals, polished boardrooms, and a reputation no one could question. As the CEO of one of the city's largest corporations, I believed every problem had a legal solution. I was wrong. After leaving a charity gala one rainy night, I took a shortcut through a deserted alley. That's when I saw her. A woman dressed in black stood over the body of one of the city's most wanted criminals. She wiped the blood from her blade as calmly as if it were another day at work before turning her eyes toward me. Our gazes locked. "…So the rumors were true," I muttered. "You really exist." She didn't answer. I slowly raised my hands, showing I wasn't a threat. "Relax. I'm not calling the police. Looking at him… I'd say justice found him before the law ever could." For a brief moment, something unreadable crossed her expression before she disappeared into the rain without another word. I thought that would be the last time I'd ever see her. I was wrong again. The next morning, the conference room doors opened for a meeting with a corporation interested in partnering with my company. She walked in. Gone were the black clothes and bloodstained blade. In their place was an elegant suit, a composed smile, and the confidence of someone who owned every room she entered. She stopped in front of me and offered her hand. "Mr. Ross. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." I took her hand, unable to hide the small smile on my face. "Funny… I expected to meet a businesswoman today, not the woman who disappeared into the rain last night."