The Promise

CHAPTER 1

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Draco worked late, the proposals kept mounting, and he had to go through them at some point.

Groaning, he leaned back in his chair and sighed.

He rubbed the back of his neck and groaned. His body ached in places he did not know he had.

Fuck, he was tired.

He had just returned from a trip to Germany. His luggage sat clumsily in the corner.

Without bothering to head home, he went straight to the office from the airport.

It was late but not late enough to call it a night.

Certain matters required his immediate attention, and he frowned at the cluttered table full of various papers.

Despite his competent staff, there was only so much they could handle in his absence.

Most matters required his final say, and that's exactly how he preferred it.

The eye-catching snow globe sat to his right. It made him smile.

He had placed it there earlier, hoping to drop it off to the rightful owner after work.

Draco picked it up and gave it a shake, the fake snow fell over the miniature figures, and he fondly thought of the woman he bought it for.

While strolling through the marketplace in Munich, he found the perfect one, the one that would make her eyes light up and come alive.

Handcrafted and beautiful, it played a soothing lullaby.

She would absolutely love it.

Every time he travelled, he bought back a snow globe to add to her growing collection.

It was the part of his trip he loved best, anything to make her happy.

He was wealthy, the Malfoy namesake aside, built his empire, and remained of his late father's business activities.

Not that there was much left, Lucius had run the business down into the ground.

Draco wanted nothing more than to break away from the infamous Malfoy name and legacy. His achievements would be his own.

Being a Malfoy was a huge burden to carry but carry it he did with flair and style.

He let out a deep breath, pulled the file closest to him and began flipping through it enthusiastically.

Barely halfway through the proposal, the vibrations from his mobile phone sent ripples through his solid oak desk, and he glanced at it.

If it were anyone else, he would have let voice mail pick it up, but it was Blaise.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and he wondered what his best friend wanted.

There was barely time to say hello. As soon as the call connected, Blaise's urgent and frantic voice cut through, "Theo's been in an accident. He's critical!"