𝗕𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺

(✿16✿)

I just wanna dedicate this chapter to lovely Sophie 💟... Who's helped me in the contribution of this book sofie_doife ... Thank you so much 💜💜💜... I'll always love and appreciate you.
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✧Harry's POV✧

I expected it to be Leah, considering she'd been flooding my phone with messages, calls, and irrelevant posts tagging me. Her invitations to dinners, modeling photo shoots, and tours were relentless, disregarding my busy schedule. Her desperation was suffocating, threatening my mental health and peace.

"Bring her in," I said, not out of eagerness for the visitor, but to avoid leaving Sophia waiting alone in the large room. That would be rude from her perspective, and I'd already accumulated enough negative notes in her book.

"Harry, how's it going, my guy?" Peter's voice boomed as he strolled into the sitting room, the guard exiting simultaneously.

"Peter," I replied, my tone warmer than intended. Relief washed over me; it wasn't Leah.

Peter's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Woah, sorry, did I interrupt anything?"

I shot him a warning glance, suppressing the urge to silence him. Sophia's shy demeanor and blush deepened, her papers disheveled on her lap. The top two buttons of her blouse were undone, a testament to the panic attack that had occurred.

"No, you didn't interrupt anything," I assured, gesturing toward Sophia. "Meet my secretary, Sophia."

Sophia extended her hand, her politeness a stark contrast to the chaos beneath. Peter shook it, his expression lingering on her before returning to me.

"Nice to meet you, Sophia," Peter said, his tone friendly.

I cleared my throat, redirecting the conversation. "What brings you here, Peter?"

"Is it a crime to visit my best friend again?" Peter asked, settling into the chair beside me with his signature nonchalance.

"It's not a crime, you know," I replied with a hint of amusement. "But it's a crime when you come uninvited."

Peter chuckled, checking his hair in the mirror in the sitting room.

Just then, Sophia intervened, her professional demeanor a welcome respite. "Sir, Mr Siren asked me to give you this."

She handed me a file, her eyes meeting mine.

"What's it about?" I inquired, curiosity piqued.

Sophia moved closer, opening the file. "It's a business proposal to work with us. Are we granting it?"

I nodded thoughtfully. "Research their company, review their file, and assess their main production. Let's know if it's worth investing in."

Sophia nodded, efficiently sorting through the documents.

Peter, now intrigued, turned from the mirror. "Business proposal, huh? Who's the company?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Mr Siren's representation. I'll fill you in later."

Peter grinned. "Can't wait."

"Uck!" I thought, noticing Peter's sudden interest in Sophia.

"So, Miss Sophia, right?" Peter asked, initiating a conversation.

"Yes," Sophia replied warmly, smiling at him.

"Knew it," Peter said, combing his hair. "You look so young."

"Thank you," Sophia said, glancing at me briefly.

I avoided her gaze, puzzled by her intense stare.

"Did you work for Mr. Osborn while he was alive?" Peter inquired.