A Twisted Fate

Alexander

I sat still on my sit, glancing around the VIP section taking in the cliche and exquisite design of the restaurant. The soft glow of chandeliers danced off the polished marble floors, while plush velvet chairs surrounded elegant mahogany tables. Intricately designed artworks adorned the walls, and the aroma of fresh flowers permeated the air. The soothing music created an atmosphere of sophistication and tranquility. Every detail was meticulously thought out, creating a luminous and inviting ambiance.

I've never been to this restaurant ever since it was established five years ago. All I know was that it was built in my name and given to Clark's father to manage.

"Alex?", I was drawled out of my thoughts when I heard my father calling my name. I looked up at him to see him gritting and glaring at me.

"Sorry, what were you saying?", I said sitting upright and clearing my voice at the same time.

"This is Mr Pedro. He's a well known business man from France. And Pedro my friend