Ashley Parker-Dmitri, an interior designer of the prestigious NYC Company, never imagined that her career would lead her to the distant shores of New Zealand. The billionaire's offer arrived like a cryptic message—a riddle wrapped in intrigue. Despite her initial refusal, the company insisted, their resolve unyielding. And so, Ashley found herself at Auckland Airport, her frustration simmering. A driver and a butler awaited her, their expressions as enigmatic as the assignment itself. Who was this mysterious client? Why the cloak-and-dagger routine? As the car wound through rolling hills, she glimpsed the Southern Cross—a constellation foreign to her Northern Hemisphere eyes. It felt like a secret handshake between continents—a celestial nod to her journey's purpose. But still, she lacked a name, a face, anything beyond the nebulous promise of design.