The first son - Stephan - 

The airplane landed in the afternoon. Unlike East Europe, the climate was mild, which Stephen loved as he hated cold.

He was tall with broader shoulders, brown eyes, and dark wavy short hair. He was a young man who put his career ahead of everything else. Unlike his younger siblings, he was the only one who looked like his mother.

"Good afternoon sir!" a young man wearing the family chauffeur pin reached the man. "I am your chauffeaur for today," the man pointed the way.

Stephan followed that petite guy to their usual corporate car and sat in the back.

"Where would you like to go?" the driver asked, adjusting his seatbelt under the man's watchful eye.

"B-corp," it's the only thing she muttered, making the driver a bit anxious. "all right," said him before driving. That drive would be the most difficult he had ever experienced in the two months he started working for them.

Stephen was the ice-cold son, a quiet and unreadable man. He had total authorization as he was his father's right hand in business. Failing him was a clear outcome of how to exile yourself from doing business with that company.

The beautiful man had a story. His beautiful fiancè betrayed him with a French man. Right before their wedding, she escaped with her lover, leaving him in shame. That was the start of the iceberg, his heart crunching on itself.

"Sir...SIR!" Hearing himself call brought him back to reality. "We arrived." The driver was right; they were in front of B-CORP. He recollected himself and got out of the car. He was a person who did not care about being cared for; his way of doing things was faster than whoever served him.

He got inside the building in the blink of an eye, letting all the staff speak and instantly getting anxious. The receptionist rushed to greet him, but he ignored them as he walked toward the elevators. Once inside, he directed himself right toward the ninth floor, Kilee's office, and his office just around the corner.

The phone on the ninth floor started to ring like crazy, but Kilee was indulging herself in Maria's arms. It stopped and then rand again.

"That damn phone," said Kilee getting up and going to answer. "Direct..." She hadn't time to speak before the receptionist noticed her. "Director Stephan is coming up!" that phrase left her without breath. She knew they would move, but she could never imagine that they would that fast.

"Maria, my brother will be here soon." As soon as she said so, Stephan came in.

"Stephan, when did you come back?" Kilee smiled at him. He looked around without saying a word until he spotted Maria.

"Who's that?" asked he shortly and concisely. Maria got up and introduced herself. "My name is Maria. I'm Director K's personal secretary. It's a pleasure to meet you." He looked at her without even blinking. She was beautiful. The strange thing was that Kilee took someone around her without having a migraine but welcomed him with a smile. That woman would be an impressive person.

He nodded toward her; he rarely approved of fast people who did not know, which made Kilee suspicious as she bit her lip in frustration.

'AHEM!' that made Stephan turn back to Kilee, now standing seriously toward him.

"I'm here or the incident," he said, getting comfortable on the sofà near Maria. Then he looked up at her. "Coffee please." she nodded and exited the office as fast and professionally as possible. 

"I see... you're still a sucker for coffee," said Kilee sitting down in front of him. 

"Be more polite," he said, glancing at him. He wanted to know what had happened and wanted to save time.

"Police are still investigating, but that freak knows where the surveillance is and how to take it down; plus, it followed Helena." Both were standing there in silence when Maria got back with the cups.

"Here is your coffee, sir." She gave him his cup while returning to Kilee and giving her a cup of chamomile tea, as she was currently on her period.

He noticed how the secretary cared about his sister. Others tried to leach at her, thinking she was a handsome man, but this one was more chill or professional.

"Thank you, Maria. You can go back to work," she nodded as she returned to her desk.

Every keystroke she made on her computer echoed softly in the room. Stephan felt satisfied knowing she was genuinely working and not just pretending. He had experienced too many instances where people would put on a façade, trying to appear more capable than they were.

"Then you have no proof of who it was," continued Stephan while sipping his coffee. Stephen immediately froze when he detected cinnamon. Confused, he looked toward Maria, who stopped working when she felt watched.

"I put some cinnamon; you seemed to have a hoarse throat," he was surprised by her answer. "Why cinnamon?" he asked. Maria looked at him and answered, "It's a natural anti-inflammatory; it should help." It was like she already knew how he was feeling. She was sincere, and he did not dislike that. He turned back to Kilee and continued to drink his coffee.

Everything was surreal. Kilee couldn't believe her eyes. Her brother, the fussiest among her family, was behaving like that. Was it a dream?

"Father will stay away for another few months, if you need help just ask me" That was a clear sentence, don't fuck up. 

Kilee sipped her tea, which was infused with honey. The chamomile made her more comfortable. Although she was usually grumpy during those periods, she was calm and on track at that moment, as if she were completely fine without flaws.

"I understand," said Kilee, drinking her tea. After she said so, the two siblings fell silent; only their sipping from their mugs could be heard.

The office telephone started ringing, breaking that heavy and unusual silence. "Hello, here is Maria, Director K's secretary." Her expression changed almost instantly. "What did you say?" she was speechless.

The two siblings turned toward her, perplexed. "What's wrong, Maria?" asked Kilee while getting up.

"Sir, one of the secretaries got assaulted." that situation was getting more and more dangerous.