Reaching the last step of the stairs, I peeked to his direction. A small smile appeared on my lips when I saw the man I’m looking for. He’s wearing gray lounge shorts and a loose black t-shirt.

He’s on the second floor of his penthouse where his office is located. I saw him in front of his laptop, typing seriously. Even though I can only see one side of his face, it is clear in my vision that his eyebrows are for sure meeting each other. That’s his natural complex. The mad man who ...