The billionaire’s lips were turning blue. Everyone in the boardroom stood frozen, watching as he slipped away.
Katherina dropped her mop—the metallic clang echoed across the marble floor, but no one turned to look. Seven men in tailored suits stared at the lifeless body of Michael Owen, the youngest billionaire in West Africa. He wasn’t breathing.

For three months, Katherina had been the invisible cleaner in that gleaming glass tower. No one noticed her.
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