دانلود رمان انگلیسی “پوشیده در اتاق هیئت مدیره” – یک تریلر شرکتی از دروغ‌ها، افشاگری‌ها و وفاداری

That morning, the Nusatech building looked like a giant pane of glass swallowing the Jakarta sky—cold, immaculate, and utterly uninterested in the softness of anyone’s heart. Aira Nasywa slowed at the revolving door and drew a careful breath, as if oxygen itself needed permission to enter her lungs. In her hand was a brand-new access card, still stiff at the edges, still too clean to feel real. She held it tighter—not from fear, but from the strange disbelief that comes when life finally hands you the thing you worked for… and then dares you to keep it. Her hijab—mocha, neatly pinned—sat like an anchor, a quiet decision she had made long before Nusatech ever knew her name.
*Not to prove myself to people,* she reminded herself. *But to carry an amanah.*
She had lingered longer than usual after Fajr prayer, not for drama, not for the romance of ritual, but because her chest had felt bound with invisible rope. She’d recited the du’a for leaving home until her voice trembled, then stared at her reflection in the mirror: twenty-nine years old, a calm face trained into composure, eyes storing an exhaustion she never offered to anyone. Today she was officially the Director of Global Operations & Strategy. On LinkedIn, that title would glitter like a red carpet. In reality, it felt like a long corridor with dim lights and footsteps waiting for her to stumble.