The man in charge

Twist of fate

                          chapter 3

As the conversation between Macro and his friend Bastian unfolded in the dimly lit room, tensions flared, and the weight of family expectations hung heavy in the air. Bastian, a brooding figure with piercing eyes and a steely resolve, was resolute in his resistance against his domineering father's plans.

Macro, his loyal and charismatic friend and also his manager, tried to understand the turmoil brewing within Bastian's heart. The specter of his father's wishes, to take over the family company and marry Daniella, a union driven by his father's selfish ambitions, had cast a long shadow over Bastian's life. It was a burden he had no intention of carrying.

Frustration etched on Bastian's face, he confessed,

"He's so determined to make me take over the company and get me married to Daniella, her partner's daughter, for his own selfish reasons, and you know I'm not up for it."

Macro, ever the voice of reason, probed further, "So what are you gonna do about it if Travis comes with the invitation himself?"

Bastian's resolve was unwavering as he declared, "Then I will surely tell him to fuck off. I have my own businesses and companies to handle rather than mingle with my dramatic father."

But Macro, being the devoted friend, couldn't help but worry about Bastian's decision to shun all romantic involvement, especially after his past heartbreak.

"So, Bastian, are you saying that after Isabell called off the wedding, you've sworn off women for good? Come on, my friend, you can't lock yourself away like that."."

Bastian's anger flared, and his voice grew sharp. "Women are all the same; you give your heart away to be toyed with. They will never change, they are all the same. And if I hear another word from you talking about love, I don't know if I'll remember that you're my best friend. And don't you ever dare mention her name again!"

With those words, Bastian's face turned an angry shade of red, the pain of past heartache still too raw to be discussed. Macro, concerned and realizing his mistake, quickly tried to defuse the situation. "Calm down, Bastian, I'm sorry. I totally forgot. Don't get all fuzzy on me. How about this, come to my party? It'll help cool you down.See you at the party ".

With those parting words, Macro left the room, giving his friend some much-needed space to process his emotions. The complex web of family expectations, lost love, and Bastian's determination to chart his own path.

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"So you decided to come?" Macro asked as he saw Bastian entering.
" Than how could I possibly see your so called dream girl Bella?"
" And that reminds me ,she might be here anytime,let me find you here. You will surely meet her,she has this talkative attitude. And anyways,she's bringing along a friend. You might like her" he said scanning the crowd for Bella."be right back."

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Bella and Sophia followed Macro.
The grand party was in full swing, guests mingling and music pumping through the opulent mansion. Sophia, amidst the whirlwind of the evening, suddenly felt the pressing need to visit the restroom. An urgent haste gripped her as she navigated the labyrinthine halls, determined to make her trip quick and uneventful.

But as fate would have it, her hurried quest for the restroom took an utterly unexpected turn. Sophia, in her haste, flung open the door of one of the restroom stalls without a second thought. What greeted her on the other side was beyond shocking.

"Aaaah...what the fuck!"
Sophia's scream echoed through the bathroom, reverberating through the fancy porcelain fixtures and marbled walls. Her eyes widened in sheer horror as her gaze met the sight of a man inside the stall. His pants were carelessly hanging around his ankles, and he was wearing a mysterious mask that obscured his identity.