The first order on a bright Sunday morning. Desmon prepared a delicious and healthy meal on a cart. He checked everything carefully and then pushed it slowly.Desmon came to Andreas' room. He knocked twice in a regular rhythm and it wasn't long before the door opened. Andreas appeared and said, “Let me do this.”Desmon nodded gently and allowed Andreas to take over the food cart. “Enjoy your meal, sir.”After the door closed, Desmon went on his way. Other tasks were waiting for him.Meanwhile, inside the room, Andreas tried not to make a sound as he pushed the food cart. He did not want to disturb Vlora's sleep, even if it was useless in the end. When he put the coffee cup back on the saucer after the first sip, he heard Vlora's sigh.Vlora stretched, her consciousness returning, and slowly opened her eyes. It took some time for Vlora to adjust her retinas to the brightness of the day. She blinked repeatedly as she took a deep breath and shifted slightly.Vlora's forehead furrowed. Th

“We'll wait a week, Frans. One week.”“Are you sure, Sir?”“I know Jonas' nature. If this is really his doing, we will find out soon. He won't wait when he discovers his opponent's weakness. He will attack me immediately.”Andreas vividly remembered saying this to Frans yesterday, when he had politely refused to give his personal assistant a definite answer about the possibility of someone tapping his phone.“Do you have something on your mind?”Vlora's voice broke Andreas' reverie. He raised his head and realized that several minutes had passed without him touching his breakfast.Damn it! Apparently, this is bothering me more than I thought.Andreas took a deep breath, smiling casually as usual. His outstretched hand reached for the coffee cup as he replied.“It's not important, my dear. I was just thinking that maybe I won't always be li

It was almost perfect, and Andreas did not forget to add the finishing touch: hidden cameras placed at strategic points. Their precise positions would undoubtedly record everything that happened in her office.Andreas felt satisfied. It seemed that no detail had been overlooked. In reality, however, Vlora's words had left him curious.“Everyone has their price.”A feeling of incomprehension filled Andreas' mind. He had no idea what Vlora meant. Something was bothering him, and he did not know what was going through her mind until he decided to visit Progun the next day.Andreas sighed deeply and stared at the towering building in front of him. Grand and prestigious, Progun was like a monument to the world's fantasies of untold riches.But that was not the main reason why Andreas wanted to reclaim it. He did not care about its value; he cared about his pride.That was the only thing Andreas would fight for. He was willing

For a moment, in an uncertain span of time, Andreas could only remain silent. Vlora's questions pierced, penetrated, and permeated. They penetrated Andreas' chest and squeezed the pulsations within.The air escaped. Andreas felt suffocated.Everything was out of his control. No matter how clever Andreas was in assessing his interlocutor. It didn't matter how clever Vlora was in controlling herself to become an unreadable person. In reality, they were still ordinary people with their own wounds.Andreas and Vlora were like mirrors and their reflections. They stared at each other and found duplicates, though for different reasons. Both were children from families that were not whole.There had been betrayal, there had been tragedy. Both had deep wounds in their hearts.Now, after Vlora had said it, Andreas' memories came back. He realized that throughout his life, there had never been a welcome awaiting his return.There was only Amanda. Never Bryan.Oh, not that Andreas wasn't grateful

Andreas looked at Vlora. The answer implied something. It meant that Jonas not only wanted to meet him, but also Vlora.The elevator stopped. Andreas and Vlora got out and were led to the preparation room not far from the meeting room.An employee greeted Andreas and Vlora. He looked at the guard and nodded once. Andreas, watching, could only shake his head. It was like a symbolic handover, from the guard to the employee.“Where is Jonas?” Andreas asked, not wanting to waste any time. He looked at his watch and the meeting would start in twenty minutes. “I don't have much time for his games.”The clerk smiled. “Mr. Jonas is inside. Let me show you, sir.”The door opened. Andreas and Vlora entered and immediately noticed Jonas' presence.“Mr. Andreas and Mrs. Vlora are here, sir.”Jonas looked at Andreas and said, “You may go.”“Alright, sir.”A moment after the clerk left, Andreas invited Vlora to sit at Jonas's desk. Only then did he realize that Jonas wasn't alone. Alex was there, a