MasukJulian sat at his kitchen counter, sipping his coffee and staring blank at the wall. He had just finished getting ready for work, but his mind was elsewhere.
The lawyer's call from earlier when he was with Sophia, still lingered in his mind.
He picked up his phone and dialed the lawyer's number. Mr James answered on the first ring.
“Julian, thank you for calling back. I was starting to get worried”, Mr James said, his voice firm but friendly.
Julian took a deep breath before responding. “I'm sorry, Mr James. I saw your missed call from earlier, but I was…..tied up”.
There was a pause on the other end before Mr James spoke up again. “I understand, Julian. But I'm afraid this can't wait. Your father's will….it's complicated”.
Julian's grip on his coffee mug tightened. He had been dreading this conversation. “What do you mean?” He asked, trying to sound calm.
Mr James cleared his throat before launching into a detailed explanation. “Your father's will stipulates that you must settle down and get married within thw next one year. Until you do that, the company won't be given to you”.
Julian's eyes widened in shock . “What? Why would he do that?” Julian demanded. “ He always played around with this when he was still alive, so he really was serious?” Julian asked with a sharp tone.
Mr James sighed. “Mr Richard St Clair wanted to ensure the company's future. He believed a stable family life was essential for a successful business.
And he wanted you to have a sense of responsibility, to take care of someone other than yourself”.
Julian felt a surge of anger and resentment. Who was his father to dictate his life like this? He didn't need some archaic will telling what him what to do.
But he listened to Mr James's words. Julian couldn't shake off the feeling that his father had been trying to tell him something.
That there was more to life than just making money and having fun.
The conversation with Mr James left Julian feeling unsettled and unsure of what to do next.
As he hung up the phone, Julian's mind began to wander. He thought about his father, about the memories they had shared, and about the expectations that had been placed upon him since when his mother and brother died.
He got up from the counter and walked over to the window, staring at the city below.
The sun was shining, casting a golden glow over everything.
Julian felt a pang of loneliness. He had always been the life of the party, the one who everyone wanted to be around.
But now, he felt like he was standing alone, facing a future that was uncertain.
He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling. He knew he had to be strong, for himself and the company.
As he went to the sitting room, Julian's eyes landed on a photo of his family. It was an old picture, taken when he was just a kid.
His parents were smiling, and his younger brother, Jason, was sitting on his father's lap.
Julian felt a lump form in his throat. He missed his family, especially his father, missed his guidance and support he had always provided.
But as he looked at the photo, Julian knew he had to keep moving forward. He had to make Mr Richard St Clair, his father proud, even if it meant following a path he hadn't chosen for himself.
With newfound determination, Julian headed out the door, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Julian drove to work, lost in thought as he navigated through the morning traffic.
He pulled into the parking garage and stepped out of the elevator, greeted by the familiar sight of the office lobby.
As he walked towards his office, his personal assistant, Sophia, looked up from her desk and smiled. “Good morning, Julian. You have a meeting with the marketing team at 12:pm to discuss the new campaign”.
Julian nodded. “Thanks, Sophia. What's the agenda for the meeting?”.
Sophia handed him a folder filled with notes and slides. “The marketing team wants to discuss the latest sales figures and come up with a new strategy to boost revenue”.
Julian scanned the documents, his mind racing with ideas and concerns. He spent the next hour reviewing the material, making notes and preparing for the meeting.
As he walked into the conference room, he was greeted by the marketing team, all of whom were eager to discuss the new campaign.
The meeting was a blur of discussions, debates and brainstorming sessions.
After the meeting, Julian headed back to his office, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer amount of work that needed to be done.
He spent the next few hours responding to emails, making phone calls, and reviewing documents.
As the day drew to a close, Julian packed up his things and headed out of the office. He was looking forward to meeting up with Jason, his friend and unwinding after a long day.
As he walked to the parking garage, he dialed Jason's number.
Hey man, what's up? Julian asked, trying to sound casual.
“Not much, just getting ready to meet up with you”, Jason replied. “But, Julian, there's something I need to talk to you about”.
Julian's curiosity was piqued. “What is it? You sound serious”.
“I am serious, it's about the company”. Jason said, his voice low and mysterious.
Julian's heart began to race. What could Jason possibly know?. “What are you talking about?” he demanded.
Julian's mind was racing with possibilities.
“I'd rather tell you in person”, Jason said. “I'll see you soon,” he added.
Julian was left stan
ding in the parking garage, his mind reeling with questions. What did Jason know?......
Sophia’s body went still as the elevator doors slid open with a soft ding.Out stepped a woman—tall, poised, dressed in a fitted black suit that screamed quiet authority. Her hair was neatly pulled back into a bun, and her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she walked. There was something commanding about her presence, the kind of confidence that didn’t need to be spoken.“Miss Brooks?” the woman said, her voice smooth but assessing.Sophia stood automatically. “Yes.”“I’m Mrs. Hale. I handle external affairs here at D Brooks Industries. I was told you came in to make an inquiry.”Sophia nodded, her fingers brushing nervously against her purse strap. “Yes, I just— I wanted to know who runs this company. I’ve seen the name ‘Brooks’ and… it’s my surname too.”Mrs. Hale’s gaze didn’t waver. “And you’re wondering if there’s a connection?”“Yes,” Sophia admitted softly.For a moment, Mrs. Hale said nothing. Then she gave a thin, polite smile. “That’s understandable. But I’m
Sophia barely touched her breakfast that morning. The sun was bright, pouring through the glass walls of the kitchen, but her world felt gray and uncertain. The night before had been long — endless hours of her lying awake, staring at the ceiling, thoughts crashing over each other like restless waves.Julian had already left for the office. The twins were with Emma in the nursery, their soft giggles echoing faintly through the house. Normally, that sound brought her peace. But today, her heart was anything but peaceful.She sat at the dining table, staring at her untouched cup of tea. On her phone screen was the Brooks Industries website she had been scrolling through for the past hour. Every time she saw that name, a strange chill ran through her. Brooks. Her surname.Her mother had always told her that her father had no family — that he’d died alone, leaving nothing behind but memories. So why did this company exist? Why did it carry her name?She whispered under her breath, “It can
The evening air felt heavy when Sophia got home. The sky outside was painted in fading shades of gray, and the soft hum of the city drifted through the open window. She dropped her purse on the couch, kicked off her shoes, and stood in silence for a long time.The clock on the wall ticked loudly. Every sound in the house suddenly felt louder than usual — the faint creak of the ceiling fan, the distant barking of a dog, even her own breathing. She wrapped her arms around herself and exhaled slowly.Jason’s words from the café echoed in her head like a haunting replay:“What’s your connection with Brook Industries?”Her connection?She frowned, walking to the window and staring into the quiet street. Cars passed occasionally, headlights sweeping through the living room like brief flashes of thought. She rubbed her forehead, trying to make sense of it.Her father was dead. That’s what her mother said. That’s what she believed for years. So how could his name — her family name — be tied t
The café was quiet that afternoon, tucked away from the rush of the main street. The air was warm, filled with the scent of roasted beans and vanilla. Soft jazz played in the background, and the low hum of quiet conversations made it feel peaceful — too peaceful for what Sophia felt inside.She sat at a corner table, close to the window. Her fingers traced the rim of her coffee cup while her eyes kept darting toward the entrance. She had been there for almost fifteen minutes, waiting. Her phone lay face-down beside her, the screen dark, her thoughts darker.When Jason finally walked in, she saw him immediately. He wore a plain white shirt, sleeves rolled up, and his usual confident walk made heads turn. He spotted her quickly and smiled — that familiar, easy smile he always carried. But to Sophia, it didn’t feel as warm as it used to.“Hey,” he said, pulling out the chair opposite hers. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic was a nightmare.”“It’s fine,” Sophia replied softly, forcing a small smil
The morning light spilled into the bedroom through half-drawn curtains, painting the walls in a warm gold. Sophia stirred slowly, blinking against the brightness. For a second, she reached for the spot beside her, expecting Julian’s warmth — but the bed was cold.She sat up, brushing a strand of hair off her face. “Julian?” she called softly. No answer.The faint sound of movement came from downstairs — the clinking of glass, the low hum of the coffee machine. She slipped out of bed, wrapping his shirt around her shoulders, and padded down the stairs quietly.Julian was in the kitchen, his back turned, sleeves rolled up, phone pressed between his ear and shoulder as he poured coffee into two mugs. His tone was low, controlled — but tense.“No, tell him I said the board meets at eleven, not ten,” he said, pausing. “Yes, I’ll handle the rest when I get there.”Sophia leaned against the doorway, watching him. When he finally hung up, she smiled faintly. “So much for a peaceful morning,”
The drive back home from the resort was quiet, not the uncomfortable kind, but the kind that carried warmth. The windows were half-rolled down, letting in the soft evening wind that swept through Sophia’s hair. Julian’s hand rested loosely on the steering wheel, the other stretched out to hold hers.Neither of them spoke much. The vacation had been everything they needed — peaceful, freeing, almost unreal. But as the city skyline came into view, the calm slowly began to fade, replaced by the familiar weight of reality.When they pulled into the driveway, Sophia glanced at the house and smiled faintly. “Feels weird to be back,” she said, her voice soft.Julian smiled back. “Yeah, I know. Feels like the air out here’s heavier than it should be.”She chuckled lightly. “You mean the air or all the business calls waiting for you?”He threw her a look, pretending to groan. “Please, don’t remind me.”They both laughed, and for a moment, it felt like the tension that lingered on their shoulde







