Usually he would not even bother passing on the message to Roth, but something about the way this man cared for his boyfriend spoke to him. “What is it?” Roth’s brittle voice hit his ears, making him regret calling Roth. “Sir, are you familiar with our architect, Oliver Bardott?” “Get to the point.” The manager stifled another sigh. “Sir, he wants you to meet his boyfriend who is just starting his new business and could help with more partners,” Even before uttering the sentence, the manager could tell how absurd it sounded, as he internally condemned himself for calling Roth for something so lame. “And what are you for?” “Huh, I am sorry, sir?”“I hired you to tackle this stuff yourself and not let it get to me, but instead you are the one conveying these messages to me. If you can’t do your job properly, tell me and we have no shortage of candidates who would give anything to replace you,” The manager was especially unlucky to have caught Roth on a bad day. After another fiv
At that point, Roth did not know what to think. Thankfully, he was saved from the trouble as his phone rang in his hand, the caller ID of Pvt. Investigator Brown taking over the instagram profile of Oliver Bardot. “I have good news for you, Mr. Dimitri,” Mr. Brown excitedly announced as soon as the line connected, “Looks like you have won the bet!” “What bet,” Roth was confused - until he remembered, “Oh, yeah…”Mr. Brown was too much in his own element of excitement to register Roth’s response, “We have found Mr. Faughn’s boyfriend’s details! Guess who it is?” “Oliver Bardot …” Roth spoke in a voice that was barely audible. Mr. Brown seemed disappointed, “Of course I knew you knew that, but you should have let me have my moment. You had been playing along for months and now when my big moment arrives, you didn’t let me …”Roth smiled dryly. He hung up after apologizing to the man, thanking him for his help in ‘winning the bet’, and finally telling him to discontinue his investiga
“Already taken care of, sir. Can I ask you a question though?” He could not take it anymore. “Go ahead,” Now Roth sounded busy. The company manager had learnt to distinguish Roth’s genuine voice from his business voice. “You never agree to meet any CEO’s - even the influential companies, the meetings are handled by your secretary, then why are you so intent on meeting this new business owner?” There was silence on the other end of the line, which made the manager regret having voiced his thoughts. Then Roth said, his tone dry, “You know the traits necessary for the job of a company manager directly beneath the CEO?” The manager’s heart sank and even though he knew it was a rhetorical question and however he responded it would not matter, he knew he had to say something, “Sorry, sir.”“That’s not the answer to my question.”“Yes, sir. I am not supposed to ask you questions - you will be asking me questions,” His voice was low and flushed. “Good, I should not have to remind you aga
Even though Tristan had moved on with Oliver, he still couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous of the people in Roth’s life - Eleanor or maybe some other girl now. He couldn’t help but feel bad for himself - Tristan really thought that him and Roth had something special, but as it turned out - they didn’t. Roth had easily replaced Tristan without missing a beat - in his life, in the company, … on the show. That last one hit really close home and Tristan felt a pang in his chest. He could move on from Roth, but he could never move on from the hurt. Tristan knew that it was no coincidence that Oliver had received the call from his company a day after their anniversary. A day after he had posted Oliver on his instagram … Roth had seen that post - and that was the only post on Tristan’s feed that did not have a like or comment from Roth. Some part of Tristan was waiting for a sign of acknowledgement from Roth that he had seen it, because a major part of Tristan wanted Roth to. He want
He pondered whether that was a good thing or not that Oliver was no longer going to be there. How was Tristan supposed to show that he was happy and had moved on without Oliver by his side? But Oliver being there would be risky - a lot of people from the company knew him and if they happened to say something before Oliver, he would know that Tristan was a co-owner of that company earlier, and whilst that knowledge itself was not a threat, the fact that Tristan kept it from Oliver fo so long could become one. x - x - xTwo hours before the dinner was about to commence, Roth was pacing around his bedroom anxiously thinking whether or not Tristan would attend the dinner. He picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts’ list to land on Tristan’s name. He loudly exhaled. If only it was more like the simpler times when he could just call Tristan and ask him if he would be attending dinner or not. The times when he and Tristan texted every detail of their lives back and forth al
Mr. Brown himself had arrived - he was not wearing a mask either but that was because Roth hadn’t told him to. He was sure Tristan would not know him. He was about to be proven very wrong in exactly one hour and 54 minutes from then. Roth’s eyes had not left the elevator door for even a millisecond - he still had not arrived. Even if he would be wearing a mask, Roth knew he would recognize him. He had spent years living with that man. He knew everything about him down to his walk and hand movements. x - x - xAs Tristan’s Uber stopped on the front gate of that restaurant, his eyebrows knitted together in a frown. The only guest who could understand the reason behind this restaurant being chosen as a venue had arrived. He had not taken a good look at the invitation to check the venue, he had just handed the card to the driver. He took in a deep breath and held it in for a while - that was the only way he could keep his knees from shaking. All that anticipation of seeing him, and n
For a brief second, their eyes met. The green of his eyes with the dark of the man before him. And then the man before him quickly tore his gaze away, he picked up the phone and handed it to Tristan. Their fingers brushed and for some reason, Tristan’s heart skipped a beat. The intervenor’s thumb lingered at the back of his palm a little longer before it softly brushed across it, such that Tristan felt tingles in his whole body. The organ between his legs skipped a beat. And then the man pulled away, took a few steps backwards and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Tristan in a state of trance. There was only one man on the planet that had that kind of effect on him. “Roth,” Tristan whispered between his lips. His hands were shaking as he pocketed his phone, and he stared into the crowd in which Roth had just disappeared. He had just met Roth, without knowing that he was meeting Roth. The nervous excitement put a whole other energy in him, and he stepped on the dance floor wi
Roth pulled away from him in confusion, or was it hurt and annoyance Tristan saw in his eyes? The voice belonged to a man in his late 40s, with a kind face and wrinkles around his eyes. He sounded amused, “I recognized you because of your partner.” For some reason he winked at Tristan. Tristan knitted his eyebrows together in confusion - did he know that man? And how did that man know him well enough to assume that his partner would be Oliver?x - x - xRoth felt his entire body starting to panic, as Mr. Brown addressed Tristan. That was the minute Roth realized that he had made a terrible mistake a year back when he hired that investigator to investigate Tristan’s whereabouts. “Who are you?” Tristan had always been famous for his straightforwardness. “Haha, didn’t you friend Mr. Dimitri tell you which investigator helped him win the bet?” The man chuckled and Roth felt furious inside. He wanted to stop him, but he couldn’t do that without blowing his cover and revealing his ident