Chapter 3

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Oliver POV

Oliver: Dad, I understand that you're concerned about me but please don't worry about it.

Talking to my dad into not worrying about me is like the hardest thing I have to do, I thought that should be with the case dealing with my mom but she is a more laid back person than my dad. The thing with my dad he thinks he still has to do everything for me, It's like the roles are inversed. Dad acts like my mom should act and my mom is like a dad should be with a 27 years old son. I don't know if it's because of their different cultures. My mom's name is Faina (in greek means shining)she is a Korean-french of 50 years old raised in Germany and my dad's name is Hadir is from Morocco was raised in Germany as well he is 65. I know he's really old compared to my mom's age. (later on, you'll know more about my family)

Hadir: Son, how can I not be worried about you? it's been so long since your mom and I have seen you otherwise we've only heard you through the phone. You know, there's nothing to be ashamed of; you are our son and we want all the best for you so just let me take care of this small matter for the last time and as I told you I know this family really well. (sigh)

Oliver: Okay dad, last time. So you said that the person is trustworthy and the man is your childhood friend. You know the only person I ever trusted with my personal and professional life has been Jose, also you know how confidentiality matters to me so I hope I won't be disappointed and that your friendship with that man won't be interfering with my life.

Hadir: Trust me, son, you won't be disappointed and call your mom, please. That lady still thinks she's young, I don't know who she's trying to seduce with her sense of fashion.

Oliver: I'll do. (hang up)

I look at my apple watch, it was 5:30 Am. I went to the room that serves as my office to read the reports about the company and set everything up before Jose's last days of work. I live by myself, not in the same country as my parents; the only persons who have ever been in my house are Jose and the two housekeepers. It's been years since I've been in touch with anyone else and I like it that way.

Roxane POV
10:55 am
I got to my father's company, I forgot to tell you guys it's summer and because I'm still undecided about what I want to study I just work in my dad's company. I have a master degree in business administration, my dad already wanted me to work for him. I work like a minimum 4 days a week and the remaining days I just do things for myself.

Front desk lady: Good morning, Ms. Roxane how are you? Your dad's in a meeting right now only 2 minutes left. Have a nice day.
Me: Hey, Louisa I'm good thanks, I hope you're doing well. Thanks.

Taking the elevator for the 5th floor, it stopped on the 3rd floor for someone to get in( I hate that when I'm by myself with someone in the elevator ) but looking up guess who I see? Him (so annoying)
Not him again I said to myself. When my eyes met his I rolled my eyes, gosh he's so aggravating.


Him: Hey, sexy. What you doing here? I thought you have today off. Did you come to see me? and what's with the eye roll? *wink*
Me: don't be so full of yourself Lucas, also don't forget it's my dad's company so I can come and go anytime. The eye-roll is for your stupid face *sigh*
Him: calm down, Lil mama I know you can't resist to my charm. So you still don't want me to take you out huh? why? What am I missing you got a boyfriend already? No way with this personality of yours I doubt it. how can that "face" (pointing to his face) look stupid?
Me: It's 11 am don't you have anything better to do. You know I can fill a complaint about being harassed right? And mind your business little boy. Now bye.

Thanks, lord, the elevator got to the 5th floor cause I couldn't stand him anymore. While leaving the elevator I heard Lucas say
Him: what about your friend Ashley, the Hispanic bae could you pass me her number?
I just ignored him, he's like a player he changes girlfriend like his shirts. Never less than a week with a girl. How do I know that? Well, let me introduce y'all to Lucas McCain.

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