“Ameelah,” Darmiel murmured while looking at the beautiful woman, who even closed her eyes while playing her trumpet. “God, how I missed you, Ameelah,” he murmured again, and then his eyes shifted to the boy beside her. The little boy, just like Ameelah, was playing his trumpet passionately. Darmiel’s eyes started to mist as he noticed how handsome the boy was—looking just like him when he was his age, which was around six years old.
The members of the Board of Directors all fell silent while they observed and listened to the murmurs of their young CEO and President. They could not understand it, but seeing his almost-in-tears expression made them guess that the soulful trumpet song brought back a memorable moment in his life.
“Ahh, my apologies. Can we reset this meeting, please? I just
