With a screech, the sleek black Bentley pulled up in front of Worcester city's tallest edifice. Towering above, the name "Altron Groups" loomed, emblazoned atop the building. The bold black "A" outlined in silver bespoke the Grey family's dominance in the realm of business.

The grandiose structure boasted 150 floors and a workforce exceeding 10,000 employees, a sight to behold for any passerby.

As the driver swung open the door, a pair of impeccably polished black shoes emerged. Raven Grey stepped out, clad in a deep bluish-green suit, meticulously buttoned at the center, paired with a crisp black shirt free of any wrinkles. His dark hair was slicked to the side, and his neatly trimmed beard lent him a rugged charm, reminiscent of a perfectly groomed 5 o'clock shadow.

Each time Raven passed, both male and female employees found themselves entranced by his commanding presence. They greeted him with a mixture of admiration and respect, receiving only a firm nod in response. With an air of exclusivity, he entered the elevator reserved for the Greys.

As the doors closed, female employees sighed dreamily, imagining themselves as the fortunate recipient of his attention, while male colleagues sighed in envy, their admiration for their CEO only deepening with each passing day. Such reactions were par for the course, a testament to Raven's undeniable charisma.

With a soft 'ding', the elevator announced their arrival on the 145th floor. Raven disembarked and made his way to his expansive corner office. The space exudes elegance, furnished with a grand mahogany desk at its center and plush leather sofas flanking the sides. A golden nameplate adorned the desk, proudly displaying the title "Raven Grey, Chief Executive Officer."

Beside his opulent mahogany desk, a colossal glass wall stretched, offering a panoramic vista of bustling Worcester. Raven draped his coat over his chair, methodically unfastening his cufflinks and rolling up his sleeves, revealing sinewy, muscular forearms.

With measured steps, he approached the expansive window, slipping his hands into his pockets as he surveyed the city below, his demeanor akin to a sovereign overseeing his domain.

A sharp knock at the door interrupted his contemplation. "Come in," Raven commanded, his voice laced with authority.

Ian Jasper, his fair and unassuming personal assistant, entered the room, clutching a tablet PC. Behind his skinny black-framed glasses, his eyes held a timid yet earnest gaze.

"Have you found it?" Raven inquired, fixing his assistant with a penetrating stare.

"Yes, sir. The young master went to the same mechanic shed," Ian replied, his voice tinged with excitement.

Raven's eyes narrowed at the display of enthusiasm. "Is the shed that captivating?" he questioned.

Ian blinked, his excitement dampened by Raven's piercing gaze. "Not the shed itself, sir, but rather the owner's daughter," he clarified, his voice faltering slightly under Raven's scrutiny.

 "I believe our young master has taken a liking to Ms. Siren Grace."

"Siren," Raven murmured her name, his thoughts drifting momentarily. With a curt nod, he returned his attention to the cityscape beyond, leaving Ian to ponder the over his reaction

On the opposite end of town, Alex and Siren occupied a secluded corner at Ms. Pakpao's restaurant. Siren clicked her tongue in irritation as she watched Alex, oblivious to her presence, showering affectionate glances at Ms. Pakpao.

A waiter approached their table, inquiring, "What would you like to order, sir?"

Siren's response was curt. "A pack of tissues," she stated without sparing the waiter a glance.

Alex snapped out of his reverie, turning to Siren with a mixture of confusion and disbelief. "What do you need a whole pack of tissues for?" he questioned, puzzled.

With a roll of her eyes, Siren retorted, "To wipe your drool."

He pointed his finger at her, "You...You..."

Alex sputtered in indignation, but his protest was cut short by the sound of Siren's name. Immediately, he straightened his posture like a tamed cat, adjusting his shirt and collar with a sheepish grin. Hastily, he wiped the corner of his mouth to rid it of any lingering traces of drool.

"Ah, my dear Siren, how have you been?" Ms. Pakpao interjected, breaking the tension.

Siren, relishing Alex's flustered state, turned to Ms. Pakpao with a smirk.

 "Excellent"