Tobias Bernstorf I'm on my way to the police station. Steve said he managed to get a lead on the registration analysis, and we couldn't discuss it over the phone. I enjoy driving, so my security sits in the passenger seat. It was challenging to convince my father to allow me to keep just one, but I'm good at negotiations, and I always manage to get my way in the end. The entrance to the police station is swarmed with paparazzi. I drive ahead, trying to shake them off, and stop near the back entrance. "How did they find out we were coming, sir?" Thomas Meyer asks as he exits the car and follows me. "I have no idea, but I believe Steve is already handling the situation." We pass through the reception area, where we're promptly announced. I didn't even need to give my name; an agent with a stern face escorts me to my friend's office, and my security waits for me in the reception area. I could have gone there alone, but I chose to accept his courtesy. "Sorry for all the commotion out

Nihara Vitti At the penultimate meeting with Mr. Mareou, the campaign's client, in which I discovered that he is Harry's father, the manager suggested that we call the new men's fragrance "Simon" as a way of paying homage to the company's former CEO and owner. The Metamorphose manager liked the idea and made it a condition of accepting his father as a client. The middle-aged, gray-haired man decided to accept the proposal. Now, at this meeting, we'll present the improvements we've made. I just hope we don't have to make any more changes to the project, and I admit I'm a bit nervous because it's the first meeting the CEO will be attending. I gather the papers I need, grab my tablet, the planner, and head towards the upper floor. I didn't want to be late, but I couldn't help it with so much work to finish, but five minutes of lateness are forgivable. Beforehand, I ask my assistant to call Leandra. It doesn't take long for her to hand me the phone, and I put it on speaker from the to

Tobias Bernstorf I step out of the car before Harry finishes parking it. He mumbles something that I can barely hear. As I approach the hospital entrance, my eyes catch a scene that deeply disturbs me. I feel my fists clench involuntarily and my jaw tighten. The urge to walk towards the scene is irresistible, but my friend holds me back, stopping me at the last moment. "Tobias, where are you going?" He looks at me incredulously, waiting for an answer, but I remain silent with my blood boiling in my veins. I inhale and exhale the air slowly. "It's okay! Let's go," I finally say. He nudges me to keep walking, and we head to the main reception area. "What did you intend to do?" "Good evening, miss. In which room is Sophie Bernstorf?" I ask the smiling receptionist, ignoring the question from the man by my side. "Good evening, Mr. Bernstorf. Room four hundred and ten." "Thank you." "We'll talk about that later, Harry. Right now, I just want to know what happened to my daughter."

I feel vulnerable, as if he can see through my clothes. I look away and approach Sophie, who is still sleeping peacefully. Her light blonde hair and her round, chubby face give her an angelic appearance. I gently run my fingers over the center of her face, down to her chin, where I offer delicate caresses. I return to Mr. Bernstorff and sit beside him, holding his hand in mine, offering some form of support. He gives me a weak smile, opens his mouth as if to say something, but quickly closes it, clenching his jaws as he looks towards the door. I notice there's a woman watching us, and from Mr. Bernstorff's reaction, it's clear she's not welcome. We lock eyes for a few seconds until her gaze shifts to Sophie. Tension fills the room. The woman is stunning, even in high heels, it's clear that she's much taller than me. Her shoulder-length blonde hair and elegant clothing suggest financial comfort, much like Mr. Bernstorff. He approaches her and moves her away from Sophie. "She's waking

Tobias BernstorffAfter calming my little princess and getting her back to sleep, I realize that I am restless. It's past nine in the evening, and Astrid hasn't returned my calls. Worried and unable to sleep, I pick up the phone and try calling her once again. As the call echoes in the air, my gaze gets lost in the nighttime landscape beyond the window. The sky, illuminated by a myriad of bright stars, seems to witness my agony. Among those sparkling lights, the gray moon reflects gently on the tranquil waters of the lake in front of me.The voicemail interrupts the call once again, frustrating my hopes. I take a deep breath and decide to leave another message, hoping that Astrid listens to it and understands the extent of my concern."Hi, my princess, please don't leave me in this state of distress. Answer me, please. I know you heard our earlier conversation. Believe me, everything will be okay. Call me because I am on the verge of madness. If you don't, I'll be capable of scouring