to oversee a few critical projects and negotiate some high-stakes deals. Vincent sits behind his sleek, glass desk, his chiseled features illuminated by the floor-to-ceiling w

slung, with a plush area rug adding warmth to the space. On the walls, framed awards and accolades told the story of his company's achievements in architecture and design. Vincent's company, Hanscorp, was renowned for its innovative and sustainable designs, from luxury residences to commercial skyscrapers. A few notable projects were showcased on a large screen display, including an eco-friendly m

32 soon. I'm not trying to pressure you to get married. I mean you're better than being a man who spends months and years indulging in work and nothing else. You deserve true love, Vincent. And I know it exists, because I've found it with my fiancée." Vincent rolls his eyes. "True love? Come on, Oliver. That's just a myth. If you're really in love, then I'm happy for you." Oliver smiled softly. "It's not a myth, Vincent. It's real. And I'm living proof. My fiancée is an amazing woman, kind, smart, and beautiful. And she loves me for who I am, not for my wealth or status." Vincent raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "And you think I could find someone like that?" Oliver nodded. "I know you could. But you have to be willing to

t and resources as needed." Vincent's face reddened with anger. "This is a joke! I'm not just the best candidate for the job; my exceptional leadership skills, my unparalleled business acumen, and my chiseled good looks are a trifecta of greatness. I mean, can you imagine anyone else at the helm of this project? Anyone else who could bring the level of sophistication, the level of charm, the level of sheer brilliance that I bring. I can't be expected to play second fiddle to Lillian Arturo," Vincent sighs, loosening his tie. "Tell the director I'll think about it, he finally says, buying time to think. Oliver nods, his voice firm. "Already done. The director is expecting your reply within the hour". Vincent runs his hands through his hair, frustrated at the situation. "So what are you going to do?" Oliver asks. "The project is too important to b