Running his hands through his mop of salt and pepper hair, the businessman taps his hands impatiently on the steering wheel. Traffic on the highway is at a standstill, and frost grows on the windows. The man reaches to turn on the car's heater and seat warmers.
His electric blue eyes soften as he stares at a picture taped to the dashboard. It's of a brightly smiling girl with raven black hair and the exact same eyes as the man. Her hands are holding a trophy: Youth Sonatina Competition - 1st Place. The trophy is as large as her torso, and the man's lips curve slightly from the nanny's report of his daughter struggling to hold it.
"Don't worry, your old man won't let you down this year." He berates himself from being unable to visit the girl. Damn work for separating him from his only child! If only her grandfather hadn't forced him into the CEO position of their family's tech company.
Tiger Tech Incorporation is a trailblazer in technological innovation, a behemoth of a company specializing in virtual reality. Because it's a transnational company, the man is forced to frequently travel around the world to make new business deals and oversee existing operations.
It does not help that his wife is a famed neurosurgeon with both brains and beauty. The closest open appointment is at least five years from the current date, and she rarely has time to rest. Their child is an exact replica of the mother, except for her eyes inherited from her father.
The combination of busy work schedules for both parents caused the girl to have a lonely childhood. The couple tried to be there for her, but their occupations prevented them from providing her with support and guidance. She became withdrawn but determined to make her parents proud, and of course he's proud of his only child! Heck, others could call her trash, but she would still be cherished by him and his wife.
As the vehicles slowly crawl forward, the man hears the blaring of a siren in the distance, the sound increasing with every second. Ah, must be a traffic accident in this bad weather. He turns on the radio.
"... Accident on the highway between a truck..." The man changes to the CD player function, and the sound of his daughter's piano playing fills the car. Just a few more hours before he can see his wife and daughter.
He parks the vehicle in the garage before entering the two bedroom home. It is a quiet neighborhood outside the bustling city, and he never felt the need to flaunt his wealth to others. Though, the man and his wife loved to spoil their daughter during the holidays with gifts. She received the latest TTI technology, able to expand her imagination.
The man checks his watch. It's 10:04 pm, and they were both supposed to be home an hour ago. He reaches for his phone, planning to call his wife, when it starts ringing on its own.
"Hello?" The man asks. It's an unknown number, and he is wary of scam calls.
"This is ABC Hospital. Are you Aaron Narcissus?" His wife works there. Why are they calling him now?
"Yes."
"Our records lists you as the immediate relative of one of our patients currently in the emergency room. Please do not pani-"
"Who is the patient?" The man demands. He grabs the car keys hanging by the entrance and dashes to the garage, his shoes not fully on and laces untied.
"Your daughter. She has suffered severe injuries and head trauma from a car accident with a truck. Both her and the other driver are still alive, though they are in critical condition."
"If you can't save my daughter, consider the hospital ruined. I'm on my way."
A mother wearing full green surgeon clothes and a mask rushes into the intensive care unit. The atmosphere is chaotic and tense as a team of surgeons and nurses work to save her daughter and a young male. The woman steels her resolve and joins the team of workers, desperate to keep her only child alive, ears tuned to the heart monitor.
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A/N
These chapters will be shorter than the arc ones as they are more complementary to the main story. They will be on a different timeline and focus on the other characters. Enjoy!
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