the lost child at stellis / tears of themis ☁️

Artem Wing

"Hmm, this man appears to be older; perhaps he's the CEO!" you observed.

Your observant stare made Artem worry if his height was intimidating you. After noticing the man's strained expression, you apologized for your stare.

"Don't worry, you just reminded me of my friend, who is talented and quite smart," he admitted. "My name is Artem Wing, but you can call me Mr. Wing."

"OK," you said. As Artem corrected his posture, you felt the assurance that you could trust him. For once, you were confident that he would soon help you find your father.

"You seemed to be lost; could you please tell me your name?" he questioned.

"Oh, I'm sorry I never introduced myself properly; I'm (Y/N) (L/N)!" you exclaimed.

Artem couldn't help but recognize your surname and asked, "Do you know where you last saw your father?"

"Um, he was keeping an eye on me and my brother while he was looking for something," you explained. "Then I discovered a lost wallet, so I went to the lost and found section and brought it to its owner."

"I did retrace my steps here, but it appears that they were looking for me," you added. Artem cleared his throat for your attention as you sulked in sadness.

"You are the daughter of one of my employees; perhaps he mentioned his family when we talked before," he said.

"So, you know my father?" you asked. Artem nodded, and you silently smiled.

"However, that doesn't mean we're going to walk around and look for him," he said. "It's too dangerous, so I'll call him instead." You nodded and tried to stay put on the bench.

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Your exhausted father rested in a small cafe after a long day of rushing around. Your brother happily ate the chocolate sandwich he had packed for himself.

Then something moved in your father's pocket. When he reached for his device, it showed Artem's phone number.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wing. Is there anything important I need to attend to?" he inquired, his voice worried.

"It's not serious; don't worry," Artem replied. "But why is your child sitting alone on a bench? I'm rather concerned, so please don't do this again."

The father almost trembled at the stern voice but quickly explained that he had tried to find them and was planning to return there. After a few minutes, Artem ended the call.

It wasn't long after you waited that you were reunited with your father and brother. You quickly thanked Artem for his assistance.

"No problem at all; I do what needs to be done," he said. It suddenly clicked that this guy was a senior attorney and your father's boss, so you didn't see him very often.

"So, what's next after solving this minor case?" your father asked, his tone much lighter now. 

As you and your brother were thrill seekers, you both decided on a scary roller coaster ride. You looked up at the towering structure with wide eyes, feeling a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.

"Do you want to join us, Mister Wing?" you asked with a grin.

Artem hesitated, glancing at the roller coaster. "I'm not sure...it's been a while since I've been on one of these."

"Don't tell me that you're a chicken, huh?" you laughed. "Come on, it'll be fun!" With a reluctant smile, Artem agreed. You all headed to the line, and soon enough, you were being strapped into the seats of the ride. The clinking sound of the safety harnesses locking in place added to the thrill.

As the roller coaster began its ascent, you could see the entire park spreading out below. The higher you climbed, the more Artem's face showed a hint of regret. Your brother, on the other hand, was practically bouncing with excitement.

The coaster paused briefly at the top before plummeting at breakneck speed. You screamed with delight, the wind rushing through your hair. Your brother's laughter mixed with your own as the ride twisted and turned through loops and sharp curves.

It was amusing to say that Artem's soul left figuratively during those rides. As you all staggered off the ride, laughing and breathless, Artem shook his head in amazement. "I haven't felt like that in years," he admitted, still catching his breath. "That was... exhilarating."

Your father, who had watched from below, smiled as he approached. "You survived," he joked, clapping Artem on the back. "I think these kids have a way of bringing out the adventurous side in all of us." Your small group decided to celebrate with some cotton candy, sharing stories and laughs about the ride.