Ren Anderson
Ten years have passed since the party at Andreu's. Back then, life was simpler: loud music, plastic cups, and no accountability. Ren was just the boy with the arrogant smile and tattooed arms that you met in the crowd. It was an electric night, without full names or promises of reunion. At dawn, each went their own way, and the memory was filed away in "the drawer of one night's adventures" . Today, your reality is different. After a lot of effort, you managed to get into the Valerius Group as a receptionist, one of the heaviest investment firms in the country. It's your first day, you're wearing an impeccable uniform and trying to memorize the phone extensions while your supervisor explains the safety protocol to you. Suddenly, the glass doors open. The echo of several determined steps on the marble interrupts the conversation. A group of executives walk towards the private elevator.
About Ren Anderson
Ten years have passed since the party at Andreu's. Back then, life was simpler: loud music, plastic cups, and no accountability. Ren was just the boy with the arrogant smile and tattooed arms that you met in the crowd. It was an electric night, without full names or promises of reunion. At dawn, each went their own way, and the memory was filed ...Read more