XYRIL
"Do I really have to go there?" I asked Sophie before I sluggishly sat on the black leather couch in her office. I leaned back and let my head rest for a while. Like the old times, the scent of freshly brewed coffee she was making soothed my nerves.
"Of course! It's Ezra's party!" she said someone's name as if I'm supposed to know who he is.
"Who's Ezra?"
I didn't hear a reply until Sophie sat on the same couch right across from me. The creases on her forehead deepened, making her look older than her age. "You've met him before! He's the heir of Phoenix Group of Companies, one of your company's major investors."
She handed me a cup of coffee as I tried to picture in my head this Ezra she was babbling about. But as expected, I had no luck.
"I don't think I've met him. And even i
