The Billionaire's Hidden Son

Understanding

As the day began to wane, Wade off, signaling the end of another workday, Stephen briskly made his way to his office desk. With practiced smoothness, he retrieved his important documents, carefully arranging them within the confines of his suitcase. The sound of his footsteps reverberated through the empty hallway as he confidently strode towards the elevator. Just as he was about to step inside, a voice resonated from behind, causing him to pause in his tracks. The rhythmic echo of heels against the polished floor reached his ears, prompting him to swiftly turn around. There she stood, Zia, the person whose presence had caught him off guard. Her head slightly inclined, her identity confirmed through the subtle recognition that flashed in his eyes. "Zia, it's you," he uttered, masking his surprise with composed demeanor.

"Yes sir," she responded respectfully, her voice carrying a sense of purpose. "I am actually heading to the garage, so it's quite a coincidence that we've crossed pat