Bruno stepped out of his car, his usually composed face showing signs of exhaustion.

His night had been spent tending to a drunk employee, a task he hadn’t anticipated but felt obligated to handle.

Also, for some reason, he was glad it was him who was there to help her, not some other guy from the company.

As he walked towards his family mansion, he exchanged polite greetings with the security guards and the servants.

He was their favorite person, and they couldn’t help it as their faces lit up in delight at seeing him back at the mansion.

Bruno lazily walked towards the entrance, only to be intercepted by...