𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐧.) that which chases sorrow away.
In their painful past, they were childhood sweethearts that sought comfort with each other.
Years later, the two broken souls are pulled back together by fate in an alliance that will save their...
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The searing heat was intense and unbearable; all fans in the villa were on and the air conditioning and yet not a single machine could combat the Greek weather.
The office was stuffy, a humid and uncomfortable level of warmth was surrounding Leonardo as he sat before his desk, his head against his fist. He shut his eyes in discomfort. He was wearing his usual trousers and a shirt - Leonardo was never one to wear shorts and he didn't even own a pair but that day, he regretted not purchasing one to wear before arriving in Greece. It was the hottest day he had encountered.
His own sweat had made his white beige shirt stick onto his skin, the beads trickling down his forehead and back. He could hardly breathe freely in such humidity; his breaths extended and filled with exhaustion. Leonardo glanced over to the empty glass staring right back at him; he had drunk enough glasses of water that day to last him a week and yet his thirst could never be satisfied. He could feel the dryness of his throat, the desperation to have a drop of water was killing him. But he felt too hot and tired to even move to the water dispenser in his office to fill up his cup.
The small television mounted on the wall highlighted the scorching heat the city was suffering with - it would last two days. He kept the volume low to reduce the irritating sound of the presenter who was doing nothing but annoying him in such heat. Leonardo's hand wiped his wet forehead, his hand shiny with sweat. He closed his eyes and sighed, struggling to focus on the conversation he was having with Marco over the phone, the hot device was against his red ear.
It. Was. So. Hot. Leonardo could see his glasses' lens steam up from his own heat. He knew he'd have to switch to contacts to be able to clearly see. His clammy hand placed the phone on the table and pressed speaker. He tilted his head towards the fan and shut his eyes, allowing the unsustainable cool air blow against his perspiring, sweltering skin.
"It shouldn't take that long to organise. But she'll have to do some signing too."
Leonardo nodded slowly as he breathed out, rubbing his eyes. "That's fine. Just sort out the main legal issues first. I want that company to be completely clean before she gets it."
Marco chuckled on the other side. "You sound breathless. Is the weather that bad?"
Leonardo could hardly answer. He swallowed, desperate for moisture in his mouth. "You have no fucking idea," he bitterly muttered, pulling the fan closer to his face.
"Her uncle left a shithole of a mess in that place. If it wasn't for you, it might have gone down by now."
The unpleasant sun burned against Leonardo's back, the agonising heat irritating his skin. He winced, considering heading into the shower again. "Get rid of all the baggage. I should be back in a few days to give it to her."
