In the quiet of his room, Alvar sat on the sofa, lost in thought, replaying Mike's words in his mind.
After what felt like an eternity, something seemed to click. He poured himself another glass of wine, watching the enticing swirl of the liquid with a cryptic smile.
The next day at Crown Hotel, Hetty arrived early and noticed a group of female employees giggling in the lobby, gathered around a familiar male voice.
She walked towards them, and as soon as the man saw her, he jumped up from the sofa and approached her with a cheerful greeting. "Good morning, Ms. Amelia."
Hetty gave him a once-over—black casual jacket, trendy jeans that every young man seemed to be wearing these days.
His hair was freshly cut, neatly styled, but the one thing that hadn't changed was his strikingly handso
