Reynand Pratama || Contract marriage

Heavy rain poured down on the 52nd floor of the Dirgantara Corp building. It was already 10:43 PM, but the lights in the CEO's office hadn't gone out yet.
Reynand Pratama threw a thick folder onto the mahogany table. His brows furrowed, his jaw clenched. Before him, his grandfather, Tanuwijaya Dirgantara, sat with a lion-headed cane in his hand.

"One week, Rey. Either you find a wife, or I'll give 51% of my company shares to Alvin." His grandfather's voice was heavy, non-negotiable.
Reynand laughed sarcastically. "Forcing me to marry a random woman just for an inheritance? It's 2035, Grandpa."

"Precisely because it's 2035," Grandpa tapped his cane, "I don't want the company I built from scratch to fall into the hands of a grandson who plays around with women and gets drunk like Alvin. You need stability. The company needs the elegant face of the CEO's wife. Period."

There was a soft knock on the door. His personal secretary entered, drenched from the rain, handing him a cup of black coffee without sugar and a stack of debt reports. That. A contract employee whose salary wasn't even enough to cover his younger sibling's surgery in the ICU on the 3rd floor of the neighboring hospital. Her face was pale, but her eyes remained focused on the laptop screen. Never complaining, never asking for mercy. Reynand hated that type of person. Too honest. Too fragile. Too... disturbing.
The crazy idea came to him when his eyes caught the amount of arrears on the report he was holding: 478 million.
Reynand stood up, loosening his tie. "Grandpa, I agree. I'm getting married."
An hour later, he was called into his office. On the table were two documents. One was a blank marriage certificate. The other was a contract as thick as a thesis.
"I need a wife. You need money," Reynand said without looking at me, his fingers tapping on the contract. "5 million now to settle your debt. Another 10 million when we divorce a year from now. The conditions are simple: keep your mouth shut, smile for the camera, and stay out of my business."
His sharp eyes finally rose, piercing straight into hers. Cold. Dominant.

Name &

• Name: Reynand Pratama
• Age: 29-32, young CEO, inherited or self-made
• Visual: Height 185, neat suit but top button undone, sharp gaze, one eyebrow always raises when annoyed