Progun tax report?Vlora immediately opened the notification without thinking twice. In an instant, a file appeared on the tablet's screen.Vlora's index finger moved, scrolling the screen, and her focus shifted to the second page of the document. Some of the names listed made her furrow her brow.From someone inside Progun? Could it be? Who did she get it from?Vlora blinked once as the screen scrolled again, this time revealing a complex table full of numbers. She zoomed in on the screen, intending to examine it more closely.But Vlora's finger movement stopped a moment later. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and immediately put the tablet to sleep.The tablet returned to its original position. Vlora placed a towel over it to hide it. Then she closed the drawer.Vlora pulled on the tie of her robe. The knot loosened and the robe slipped off her body and landed on the floor.At that moment, there was
“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
Andreas had arrived about a quarter of an hour before Vlora finished her work. The car was parked not far from the office courtyard and he sent a message to Vlora.Without waiting long, Vlora came and got into the car. She fastened her seatbelt at the same time as Andreas, who said, “I borrowed your computer earlier, Vlo.”The seat belts were fastened perfectly. Vlora blinked as she satisfied her curiosity, followed by another wave of curiosity.So, it was really Andreas who accessed my computer, but for what? Could he be suspicious of me? Does he know that I've been tapping his phone?The car started to move. With natural gestures to check the road and other vehicles, Andreas looked at Vlora.Andreas could not detect any signs of strangeness. Vlora seemed calm as usual.Oh, Andreas. What did you expect?Andreas should remember that he should not expect any strange behavior from Vlora. She was controlled
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
Jonas growled, trying not to slam everything on the desk. His face was flushed and sweat splashed on his forehead. The boiling emotions were hard to control.The air around him felt heated, the temperature rising, burning all of Jonas' memories. It wasn't just the dinner invitation; reports of declining sales followed shortly after. Then came unpleasant rumors that were escalating among the shareholders.It must be Andreas.Jonas clenched his fists tightly and punched the desk with a conviction that swirled in his head.Surely. Andreas must be the mastermind behind all this.Jonas' fingers turned white. He looked furious, his breath roaring in uncontrollable anger.“Sir.”Alan's voice was heard. Jonas turned around, completely unaware of his arrival.“Everyone's gathered in the conference room.”Jonas growled, adjusting his slightly disheveled suit. His appearance was obvious and would not escape Alan's observant gaze.In less than thirty minutes, Andreas set foot in Progun. He also f
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
Monday, long awaited. A general meeting was to be held, and Andreas spent the remaining two hours relaxing in Lucas' office. A cup of black coffee accompanied Andreas. It tasted just right, and ah! Lucas' look made him laugh—almost choking.“You want to say something?” Lucas grumbled. “You looked so relaxed.”“That's life. It should be enjoyed in peace,” Andreas said before taking another sip of coffee. Eyes closed, he sighed with pleasure. “Especially when accompanied by a cup of coffee.”This time Lucas couldn't resist. He left his work for a moment and looked at Andreas, who was sitting on the sofa with a furrowed brow.“Don't tell me you came to see me just to tell Vlora to make you coffee.”Lucas' accusation made Andreas quickly put the coffee cup back on the coaster. His stomach tickled and his body shook with laughter.“Why? Did you not have any coffee?”Andreas laughed until his eyes watered. “Oh, dear. You didn't have to mock me like that.”“As you wish.”Lucas decided to get
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