Adrian

I huddle outside my room leaving Amaira behind and accelerated through the long office corridor reaching my personal elevator but Chris was already gone. Damn it! During the times like this I hate huge offices. I strike the elevator door with my fist and was about to go back to my office.

"What happened?" Amaira stops me on my track and rubs my forearms. She reaches through my vision gazing at the elevator. "I'm so sorry Adrian, did she already leave?" She asks me anxious. Something about this woman told me she wasn't clean as much she was presenting. "I will take care of the issue please leave Amaira." I tell her in weariness but with as much politeness as I could manage and walk back to my room.

I pick my phone from my pant pocket and immediately dial my driver. "Harold, greetings can be conveyed later. Christina had just left the office. She is depressed and angry as she saw

Adrian

It was six in the morning and a weekend but I will be going to office. Though I could start to work a little late, I couldn't take a holiday because I need to preside on some urgent meets. Playing the hairs of Christina I dial my best friend Sherlock. "Hey man, good morning. How are you doing? Can we meet today for lunch at your favourite restaurant 'The Ramolas'?

Sherlock chortles from the other end. "Good morning and I'm good. What's special today that Mr Workaholic remembers me so early in the morning?" I play the ring of Christina, her hand resting on my bare chest and her head on my shoulders. "Well, I will tell you once we meet at the diner."

Chris raises her head from my shoulders and asks pointing to the phone on who I was talking. Had she watched my lips she wouldn't have asked me. Nevertheless I wanted to take full use of the opportunity and hover over her, careful no

Amaira

Two months later

Bringing myself closer to the desk I started reading the article further with much concentration that was written eleven years back.

The country's biggest billionaire Augustus Martin saves a seventeen year old teenage boy Adrian James Marshal who lay half conscious beside the road on Hudson valley.

Hudson?

So this idiot belongs to Hudson?

Also the title 'Marshal' rings alert bells in my head. Do I know him?

Altering the knobs of my executive leather chair to sit more comfortable I pull the laptop on my desk in front of me and started reading the articles of Adrian James Martin.

Being found by the Martins almost twelve years ago Adrian pursued his studies on business Analytics. He is a post graduate from Oxford and took over the family business six years ago.

The luck of the draw took over. Jammy bastard got dumped in the bushes but saved by a billionaire.

Adrian

I huddle outside my room leaving Amaira behind and accelerated through the long office corridor reaching my personal elevator but Chris was already gone. Damn it! During the times like this I hate huge offices. I strike the elevator door with my fist and was about to go back to my office.

"What happened?" Amaira stops me on my track and rubs my forearms. She reaches through my vision gazing at the elevator. "I'm so sorry Adrian, did she already leave?" She asks me anxious. Something about this woman told me she wasn't clean as much she was presenting. "I will take care of the issue please leave Amaira." I tell her in weariness but with as much politeness as I could manage and walk back to my room.

I pick my phone from my pant pocket and immediately dial my driver. "Harold, greetings can be conveyed later. Christina had just left the office. She is depressed and angry as she saw something inexcusable in my workroom." I spoke perturbed. "Find her outside the workplace and take 

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