H.U.R.T
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To eliminate burnout, Steve sat back, raising his legs to his desk. His gaze glared far away, imagining the faces of the person who made him suffer. New York, the place that made itself this way. He understood what it was like to have a life taken away by force. He understood what it was like to be poor, to suffer, to be ignored. And now, he also knew what it was like to be called prosperous. Steven came back here, to the brink of pain to avenge those who had made him suffer. It would be very satisfying to win it. He has money and power. Maybe it's time he got into action.

Money is not something that interests him. But power. Power is different from money. From an early age, precisely since he was made a suspect, Steve learned that power is everything. Power opens doors that were originally closed. Turning does not become yes, power also converts stops into runs. He learned that power is a stimulant. When needed, power is a weapon. A weapon that he is not afraid to use. It seems like it is time for him to act.

His phone rang for the umpteenth time during the minutes, but he chose to ignore it.

The knock on the door blew his mind. Deborah, his secretary, stood in the doorway. Upset by the interruption, Steve raised one of his eyebrows, a sign asking.

"I know you don't want to be disturbed, but you're ignoring all calls, including ones that go into private lines."

Not getting a reaction from Steven, Debora sighed. "Oleshia's personal assistant called and since you didn't answer, Oleshia decided to contact herself. His mood is bad."

"He called me to tell me that his mood was not good? The weather forecast looks more interesting."

"He asked to send you a message. Call him or you'll break up. That's the kind of message he sent."

"Decided?" Steve repeated the word. "just ignore. Continue your work." Steve took his phone. Delete all calls and messages without even bothering to read them.

Although he did not raise his head, he sensed the sensor if Deborah was watching him.

"You worked long enough with me, Deborah. Then, why are you still there with your face bent?"

"Will the breakup not bother your mind?"

"Not going to."

"That means there's something wrong with you, Steven! Roxi said that you were going to propose to Oleshia. How can you not be affected if he decides to end your relationship."

"I'm good at handling it" he said lightly.

"You don't care about him? You and him dated long enough."

"I care as much as he cares for me."

With a desperate coil, Debora removed two cups of coffee from the man's desk. "Your relationship with him has been going on for a long time..."

"10 years." Steve clarifies.

"Then what else are you waiting for? Isn't that 10 years enough to make her your life partner? You and him are always with each other. I'mwatching. You're successful in every aspect except one. Aspects of your love life."

"I happen to think of my man-of-the-male life as a real success."

"Love is what will make you successful."

Of love?

"Deborah.."

"Yes?"

"Did your to-do list change without my knowledge? Is there a change in staffing rules so you have to take care of my personal life?"

Deborah cleared her throat, "Yes, I shouldn't interfere in your personal affairs," coffee cups rattled in her hands as she walked towards the exit.

Steven tapped his fingers on his desk. His mind was disturbed by Debora's statement and he was not comfortable with it.

His phone rang again, his tail glancing, Oleshia's name was plastered there. Instead of answering the call, Steve got out of the chair, putting the phone in his pocket.

"Where are you going?" Debora stood up as soon as she saw Steve just coming out of her room.

"Walking to my mom and dad."

"Wow!"

"Hold all calls addressed to me and postpone all meetings for the next three hours."

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Meeting the old man Steve meant was watching from afar. With a flat nose, he watched his parents sitting watching their workers take care of their vineyards while enjoying a cup of tea. Sometimes he wonders if his family's economic life would have remained miserable if he hadn't been made a suspect thirteen years ago. Now, he saw that his two parents had no flaws whatsoever. Both look healthy and fit. The money he sent was not even touched at all until he sought another sense so that his parents would be willing to enjoy the money he gave. Offering the business to her parents was the way she chose through the advice Beth gave her. Apparently succeeded. His mother's father returned to buy several acres of land and add officers.

"Dad, Mom, look what I brought."

His forehead was furrowed at Lexi's unexpected presence. Steve leaned forward, folding both hands on the steering wheel. Watch with clingy. The girl wore a big hat to protect her from the scorching heat. His clothes were the same as the clothes of the other workers. I don't know whose clothes the girl was wearing until Lexi looked like a scarecrow.

"I'm harvesting a lot of wine!" showing off a bucket full of wine.

"God! You're so full of sweat" her mother pulled a shirt to clean Lexi's forehead soaked in sweat while her father helped Lexi remove the hat and fanned Lexi's face with the hat.

"You don't even wear gloves. Look, your nails are dirty, oh, something's broken."

"Hey, Mom, this isn't a big deal. I just cut everything. They will grow again. Try this, my choice of wine." Lexi thrust it into Ms.'s mouth. Daphne. The woman laughed and immediately opened her mouth. The same thing the girl did to her father.

Steve noticed the warmth, his chest raging. Angry, disappointed, also longed to blend into one. He swallowed his saliva with great difficulty, as if his throat was being blocked.

Steve pulled out his phone, called Debora. "Send Willson as much money as they spend on my parents' winery."

"Looks like you're wrong about this, Steve. The vineyard has nothing to do with Willson. The houses and settlements around your house are what they handle. If you mean their investment, from what I've seen, it's purely business. Divide it according to the agreement they've talked about."

Steve's forehead frowned confused, if not from Willson, then who funded his mother's father to buy a vineyard that could be said to be quite extensive?