Zen, Cyrus and Guber had dined and laughed and as the final course was cleared away, Zen’s phone buzzed with an incoming call. He glanced at the screen and saw Willow’s name.“Chief, I hope I’m not interrupting,” Willow’s voice was warm and slightly teasing. “We need you to check out our yacht. Can you make it?”“What’s the name of the Yacht?” Zen asked.“It’s the biggest one there, it’s hard to miss,” she replied. He could hear her giggle over the phone.Zen immediacy turned to his right, and before him was the biggest yacht there. “Sure, I’ll be there shortly,” Zen said, as he hanged up.He excused himself from Cyrus and Sinclair, giving them a polite nod. “I have to go. Something came up.”“It was nice to see the real you, Mr. Tom,” Cyrus said with a bright smile.Walking briskly, Zen exited the super yacht and made his way to the neighboring vessel. As he boarded the yacht, Willow appeared on the deck, her eyes widening in surprise.“Did you fly all the way here? Don’t tell me you

Zen gazed out of the car window, the cityscape blurring past as he spoke to himself. “Played doctor, somehow it feels nice to get people out of situations that seem impossible but it’s not fair that only the rich get access to it,” he muttered, shaking his head with a faint smirk. He turned to the lady who sat beside him, her face bright with an unprofessional smile.“You’re Anna, right? Willow’s assistant?”Anna’s smile widened. “Yes, sir. All thanks to you.”Zen gave a curt nod and returned his gaze to the window. Anna, determined to break the ice, cleared her throat and tried again. “So, what are some of your hobbies, Mr. Tom? Any favorite pastimes?”Zen’s expression remained unreadable. “I don’t have many hobbies.”Anna chuckled nervously. “Well, how about your favorite type of music? Do you have a genre you prefer?”Zen’s eyes flicked toward her briefly before returning to the view outside. “The sounds of my enemies collapsing,” he said softly.“What was that?” Anna asked.He sh

The rain began to drizzle, so Zen got in his car and started following behind her, keeping a respectful distance. The rain grew heavier, with Natasha walking briskly along the sidewalk, trying to shield herself from the downpour with her arms.Pulling up beside her, Zen rolled down the window. "Natasha, get in. You’ll catch a cold out here."She glanced at him, her hair plastered to her face. She shook her head. "We don’t even know each other, stop calling my name so informally and No, thank you. I can manage."The rain intensified, and Zen persisted. "Just get in the car you stubborn woman."She hesitated, the rain now a relentless torrent, she opened the door and slipped into the passenger seat. She shivered as she settled in, the warmth of the car felt like heaven compared to the cold rain outside.Zen handed her a towel from the back seat. "Here, dry off a bit."Natasha accepted the towel, drying her face and hair. "Thanks. I didn’t think it would rain this hard."Zen turned on th

Zen awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. The room was silent except for the faint sound of birds chirping outside. He sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Just as he was about to get out of bed, there was a soft knock on the door.“Come in,” he called out, his voice still groggy from sleep.The door opened quietly, and Keisha stepped inside. She was calm and composed as always, her expression neutral. Zen watched her carefully as she entered the room. “Good morning, Chief,” Keisha greeted him, her voice soft but professional.“Morning,” Zen replied, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He stretched his arms and then fixed his gaze on her. “Where have you been, Keisha?”She hesitated for the briefest of moments before responding, “I apologize for my absence. I had to monitor your overseas business dealings. There were some urgent matters that required my attention.”Zen studied her, noting the calmness in her demeanor. Inwardly, he thought,

The drive was smooth and uneventful, the car gliding down the streets with ease. As they got closer to the destination, the cityscape began to give way to more greenery, the buildings thinning out until they were surrounded by a lush, verdant landscape. When they finally pulled into the parking lot of the Fountain of Love, Zen took a moment to appreciate the serene beauty of the place.True to its name, the area was filled with elegantly designed fountains, each surrounded by carefully tended gardens. The sound of running water mingled with the soft rustle of leaves, creating an atmosphere of tranquility that was immediately soothing.“This is… nice,” Zen said, a note of surprise in his voice as he stepped out of the car.“I thought you might like it,” Nia said, her nervousness fading as she saw his reaction.They began to walk along one of the paths, the gravel crunching softly underfoot. Nia pointed out different plants and fountains, her enthusiasm infectious. As they walked, Nia’