The phone call came in late in the afternoon just as Justin was preparing to leave the office for his break. His father's voice which was usually calm and steady was laced with some bit of urgency.“Justin,” his father said, “I need you to take over for me at the World Business Forum in New York. Something urgent came up, and I can not attend.”Justin's heart skipped many beats. The World Business Forum was one of the most prestigious events in the corporate world. Even as a young boy, he knew that because he do watch the highlights on TV sometimes. It was a gathering of top executives, investors, and business leaders. His father had been invited to speak on behalf of Drogonuv corporation, and now, for the first time, he could not make it and he was being asked to represent the company in his father's place.He breathed in and out before replying his father. “I understand, Sir,” He said with a steady voice despite how his heart was beating fast. “I will make sure everything goes smoot

Back at the company's headquarters one morning, the office was quiet, the kind of silence that only came after hours when the buzz of activity had stilled to a very low murmur. Justin Drogonuv was alone in his sprawling corner office, the city's skyline glittering through the floor to ceiling windows. The world below seemed distant, almost looking surreal, as he swirled the dark amber liquid in his glass.He was no more a teenager, it was his present self as the CEO of Drogonuv corporation.He leaned back in his chair, feeling the weight of the day settle onto his shoulders. The sleek leather groaned softly beneath him as he stared at the framed picture on his desk. It was an old one, faded a bit at the edges but still sharp enough to evoke a feeling of nostalgia. Hos younger self stood next to his father, Nelson Drogonuv, their smiles frozen in time. It had been taken during one of his official company events, long before the fractures in their relationship had spiralled out of contr

The hum of his office was always a constant backdrop to Justin's thoughts. But today, it as different, it felt defeaning. The weight of the decision before him was huge, whether to take a calculated risk with a new business venture or to play it safe and maintain his position, pulled him in two different directions. His fingers traced the edge of the Manila folder before him, but his mind was far away.How did I get here? He thought to himself as he leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. The bright lights above flickered as if in response to the growing frustration he was experiencing, but his mind continued to whirl with memories, memories of a time long gone, when things had seemed so much simpler, yet still infinitely more complicated.Click.The sharp sound of the folder closing pulled him from his thoughts. He exhaled as he pushed aside the lingering tension. But somehow, the decision was still there, looming. He needed clarity, and it was not going to come from the sp

Still in his office, the soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the tall windows of Justin's office, casting a long shadow across the room. The warmth of the light reminded him of a time long ago, a time when his world felt safer and simpler, a time when his mother's voice had filled the house with comfort and clarity.He sat at his desk, tapping his fingers absentmindedly on the polished surface, but his mind was somewhere else, drifting back to the days when he was still a boy. A boy who believed in the foundation his mother had laid down for him. He closed his eyes, letting the memories wash over him.Allowing himself into another flashback into his past, it was a Saturday morning, the kind of morning that came slowly with no rush. The soft hum of the coffee machine, the sound of pages of a book turning, and the low murmur of a radio were the only noises in the house. His mother, Evelyn Drogonuv, had always been an early riser, starting her day long before Justin was even o

His free time lately had afforded him the luxury to think more than he should be thinking and it was always in the quiet of his office. The winds outside his Justin howled, rattling the windows as the city below bustled with activity.But inside the office, everything felt still, as if the world had paused. The documents in his front blurred into unreadable shapes as many more memories surged in, threatening to overwhelm him.He could feel that familiar sting of anger building on his chest, a long held fury he had worked very hard to bury.But how could he?The memory cames in waves, each one crashing over him, breaking down the walls he had spent years trying to rebuild. His father's face, impassive and cold, echoed in his mind. His father had always been a man of calculated decisions, but this one, the one that involved Catherine, had shattered everything Justin thought he knew about loyalty, family, and trust.It was a cold morning when it happened years ago, he had just returned f