Connecting Threads.

CHAPTER ONE: REUNION.

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Xavier Caldwell slumped in his plush office chair, surrounded by stacks of paperwork that seemed to stretch on forever. The weight of his exhaustion threatened to consume him, yet he knew that a break was a luxury he couldn't afford – not when his company, Caldwell Electronics, was on the cusp of another groundbreaking deal. As the undisputed leader in Boston's electronics industry, Xavier's business had catapulted him to unprecedented success, with profits soaring year after year.

His company's meteoric rise had made him a wealthy man, with a fortune that continued to grow exponentially as companies clamored to partner with him. But with great success came great wariness – Xavier's trust issues had become a constant companion, forged in the fire of ruthless business dealings and betrayals.

Xavier exhaled a frustrated sigh, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his responsibilities. He longed to break free from the confines of his office, to escape the suffocating grip of paperwork and personnel issues. But time was a luxury he couldn't afford, not when he was still searching for a reliable personal assistant to replace the last one, who had proven to be more of a hindrance than a help.

Xavier's kind heart was often mistaken for weakness, and he had learned to be ruthless in his dealings, a necessary evil in the cutthroat world of business. Yet, despite his tough exterior, he couldn't help but feel trapped in his opulent office, with its dim lighting and breathtaking view from the tallest building in Boston. The grandeur of his surroundings only seemed to accentuate his feelings of claustrophobia, and he couldn't shake the sense of discontent that had been growing inside him.

Just as Xavier's thoughts were consumed by his frustrations, the massive door to his office swung open with a soft whoosh, announcing the arrival of an uninvited guest. Who could possibly dare to disturb him at this hour? He knew the answer even before he looked up - no one else would dare to enter his sanctum without knocking, except for one person.

Aaron Hamilton, his best friend and confidant, strode in with his characteristic swagger, flashing a warm smile that usually had the power to brighten Xavier's day. But not today. Xavier's gaze narrowed, his expression unyielding as he looked up from the papers scattered across his desk. His eyes, usually bright with warmth, remained icy, a clear indication that he was not in the mood for Aaron's signature charm.

Xavier's gaze locked onto Aaron's, his eyes tracing the familiar contours of his friend's face. Aaron's fluffy hair, which fell effortlessly to his shoulders, framed his bright smile, and his lean physique, honed from years of dedication to fitness, seemed to glow with an effortless radiance.

Xavier's attention lingered on the sleek lines of Aaron's body, admiring the perfect balance of tone and definition - a true marvel of genetic luck. His eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed the distinctive logo on Aaron's shirt, a proud emblem of his own clothing line, "Clothes with Aaron". A spark of amusement flared within him; only Aaron would wear his brand with such unabashed pride. He owned the damned thing.

Xavier's mind whirled with the realization that Aaron must have driven 30 minutes to reach his office, a testament to their enduring bond. With a subtle rub of his temples, Xavier acknowledged the tension that had been building all day. Aaron, seemingly oblivious to his friend's frazzled state, sauntered over to the plush couch on the left side of the room, plopping himself down with a fluid grace that belied his lanky frame.

"My good, frustrated friend," Aaron drawled, his voice dripping with warmth as he swung one knee over the other, sinking into the couch's softness with a contented sigh.