INICIAR SESIÓNThe room felt as though winter was close by. It was strangely quiet, almost too quiet, before a man walked closer to the man standing by the window.
The man had black-greyish hair, his features much older, but his imposing aura said otherwise.“Have you gotten information on the young man Dante let by his side?” His voice was slightly rough.“Sir, the information we got stated he comes from a poor background.” The man reporting bowed respectfully, but his slightly shakyElias stirred up, his head pounding like someone had hit it with a hammer. His dazed eyes glanced up.That ceiling looked weirdly unfamiliar.Before his eyes glazed around.Fuck.The words escaped his lips as realization hit him hard.Panic shot through him. He yanked the blanket off, and scrambled out of bed. “Oh, Elias. What have you done,” he muttered, dragging both hands through his hair.Where did he go, and who lives here?The door clicked open. He spun around, startled. Lucas stood there, arms crossed and a brow raised.Lucas, what are you doing here?Elias looked at Lucas asking in a hushed tone.“Uh, I live here and You mister came to my doorstep reeking of alcohol, El,” Lucas said dryly."Oh, right, I forgot it's your house.“Elias smiled sheepishly then ruffled his hair. He seriously couldn’t remember how he got here. Lucas facepalmed. “You don’t even remember how you got here, do you?”"Seriously El,?""I know Lucas, trust me I do.“Elias mistak
The room felt as though winter was close by. It was strangely quiet, almost too quiet, before a man walked closer to the man standing by the window. The man had black-greyish hair, his features much older, but his imposing aura said otherwise. “Have you gotten information on the young man Dante let by his side?” His voice was slightly rough. “Sir, the information we got stated he comes from a poor background.” The man reporting bowed respectfully, but his slightly shaky hands seemed to highlight his fear. The older man chuckled. The sound sent chills down the spine of the man reporting. “Dante really hasn’t learned after all,” he said calmly, but the words made the room feel suffocating. Then he turned to face the man reporting. The man immediately locked his eyes to the ground. The older man narrowed his eyes slightly before saying, “Leave.” The man reporting left, but his steps were a little hurried. As he got to his station
Elias walked down the hallway, still replaying everything that had happened in the boardroom. He still couldn’t believe Dante had made him present a report without warning in front of all those executives. Who even does that? His grip tightened around his notebook. The boardroom was for shareholders and senior executives, not secretaries like him. His steps were unhurried as he continued down the hallway, lost in thought. He was almost past one of the offices when he noticed two employees standing near the open doorway, talking in hushed voices. Every now and then, they glanced toward the office as though they were trying to see what was happening inside. Elias slowed down, curiosity getting the better of him. Before he could take another step, two heavily built bodyguards appeared from inside the office, grabbing a middle-aged man and pulling him away from his seat. Elias’s mouth fell open. Was this even allowed? He tu
Silence settled over the room.The deadline Dante had left hanging seemed to linger in the air, pressing down on everyone seated around the table. Then someone chuckled, breaking the tense atmosphere. Every eye shifted toward Xavier. He was still leaning back in his chair, looking completely at ease. One arm rested lazily against the armrest as he regarded the older man across the table. "Didn't think you were one to cower, Uncle Darius." There wasn't the slightest respect in the way he said Uncle. The word sounded more like an insult than a title. Darius looked back at him with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I simply know when a discussion is no longer productive." Xavier's smile remained. He tilted his head slightly before saying, "Don't take me for a fool, Uncle." The way he said Uncle this time carried even less respect than before. Without giving Darius a chance to respond, Xavier continue
The next morning, Xavier's words were still on my mind. "You really don't know." I had spent the entire journey to work trying to understand what he meant, but it only made me more confused. By the time I arrived at Moretti Corporation, I still hadn't made sense of it.After greeting a few employees, I made my way to my office. I had barely placed my bag on the desk when there was a knock on the door. "Come in." The door opened, and Enzo stepped inside. "The Boss wants you." I looked up from my desk. "... Right now?" "Now." That was all he said before turning around. Letting out a tired sigh, I grabbed my notebook and followed him out. We walked through the executive floor in silence. After a few minutes, curiosity got the better of me. "Did something happen?" Enzo kept walking. "Boss's orders." I narrowed my eyes. "...That wasn't what I asked." He didn't respond. I
The room went silent. The bald man glanced at me for a long moment, dropping his cigarette on my floor before speaking again. "How much did Simon tell you?" I frowned, lost. "...Tell me what?" A rough laugh tumbled in his chest. "That bastard really kept you in the dark, didn't he?" "I don't know who you people are," I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. "And I don't know what you're talking about." The man didn't answer. Instead, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a photograph. He glanced at it once before looking back at me, grinning. "So it really is you." He tossed it onto the floor at my feet. I hesitated before bending down to pick it up. It was a photograph of me. Leaving Moretti Corporation. My heart lurched. "...Why do you have this?" No one answered. My grip tightened around the photograph as I slowly looked up. "Who are you people?" The bald man leaned back in the chair. "We're the people your father owes." My stomach tightened. "What?" Befor







