Zen closed the office door behind him, the quiet hum of the city outside barely breaking the silence of the room. His office, cold and impersonal, hadn’t seen much of him lately. Zen rarely spent time here. Everything important happened outside these four walls.Just as he began to sit, there was a soft knock.“Come in.”Anna stepped inside with a tray in her hands, balancing two cups of coffee. She had an unusual air of calm around her, always steady. Her figure was small in comparison to the tall doorway, but her presence wasn’t.“I didn’t expect to see you today,” Zen said with a smirk. “You’re a character I only see once in a while.”Anna smiled warmly as she set the tray on his desk. “It’s my pleasure, sir. I try to stay out of the way unless needed.”He picked up one of the cups, savoring the warmth in his hand. “Still, you manage to show up when it matters.”Anna glanced at him, a twinkle of admiration in her eyes. “I’ve learned from the best.”Zen raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

Keisha’s lips curved into a tight smile, her patience visibly running thin. "I have nothing else to say to either of you," she said firmly. She folded her arms, her gaze hardening as she added, "You can either leave now, or I’ll have security escort you out. Your choice."Mrs. Evelyn’s eyes flashed with anger, her fists clenched at her sides. Malia placed a hand on her mother’s arm, trying to hold her back from another outburst. It was clear that neither of them wanted to cause more of a scene. Malia's face was flushed, her expression one of frustration and exhaustion. She glanced around, feeling the eyes of the staff and other visitors in the building, watching the commotion unfold. She swallowed hard, knowing it was time to retreat.Without another word, Mrs. Evelyn turned sharply on her heels, pulling her daughter along with her. They strode towards the entrancea. As the automatic doors slid open for them to exit, Keisha watched with a cold, silent satisfaction. Just as the door wa

Zen glanced at his watch, noting it was exactly 2 PM. He turned to the children, their faces etched with uncertainty. “Listen, I know your uncle and aunt aren’t coming back. I’ve seen enough to know they’ve abandoned you, but I won’t abandon you.” The little boy’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What do you mean? They said they would come back!”Zen shook his head, kneeling to meet their gaze. “They might have said that, but it’s just a lie to keep you calm. Sometimes adults make choices that aren’t right, and we have to be brave enough to face the truth.”Suddenly, a car pulled up behind him, cutting through the moment. The engine’s low growl faded, and a familiar face emerged. It was Keisha. The workers who were getting ready to demolish the house stopped what they were doing, turning their attention to her.Zen stood up, keeping his eyes on the workers as they moved uneasily. “I’ll have to tell you to leave now with your machinery,” he said firmly, pointing toward the bulldozer. One

As they strolled down, Zen and Rosalia moved in easy rhythm, lingering a little with each step.“Thanks for tonight,” Rosalia said softly, looking over at him. “I didn’t expect to feel this comfortable… it’s been a while since I’ve had that.”Zen met her eyes, a gentle smirk on his lips. “I get it. It’s rare to find someone you can just talk to… without worrying about what you’re saying.”She nodded, glancing down. “Sometimes it feels like people only listen so they can say their part, you know? Like they’re just waiting for their turn to talk.”“I can’t really say, I haven’t been around people for that long,” Zen said, nodding. “But you—when you’re around someone who actually listens, it’s different. And I mean, Rosalia… you’ve got a lot worth saying.”She laughed a little, looking back up at him. “Maybe… maybe I just got used to keeping things in. Sometimes it’s easier not to say too much.”“Until tonight?” Zen asked, smiling as he caught her eye.“Until tonight,” she echoed, her vo

Zen’s gaze locked onto Silas, his expression calm but his eyes flashing with a dangerous intensity. “So, this is how you like to handle things? Thought you’d finally stand up to someone, Silas?”Silas sneered, but there was a flicker of fear in his eyes. “You think you’re something cause you managed to pull a fast on me with pure luck—”Zen’s smirk widened. “I think we both know luck had nothing to do with it.” He took a step closer, hands relaxed at his sides, his presence radiating an authority that made everyone in the room hold their breath.“Stay back,” Silas snapped, his voice wavering as he tried to maintain his composure.Zen chuckled softly. “Oh, now you’re worried?”Silas glared, but his posture had shifted, more defensive than before. He glanced around, seeking support, but the others kept their eyes on the floor, unwilling to meet Zen’s gaze.“I don’t have time to play with you, Silas,” Zen murmured, his tone almost bored. “But maybe a quick reminder wouldn’t hurt.”He mov