Fred walked into Leo’s expansive home office as if he owned the very air he breathed, a crinkling bag of chips in one hand and a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“So,” he began, dropping into the plush leather chair opposite Leo’s imposing desk with an exaggerated sigh of contentment, “how’s the mission on how a faceless billionaire heart save his first love going?” He punctuated the question with a wink, a chip disappearing into his mouth with a crunch.
Leo didn't even flinch, his gaze remaining fixed on the lines of code scrolling across his triple-monitor setup. But a subtle tension coiled in his shoulders. Fred, oblivious to Leo’s mood, grinned wider.
“You know,” Fred continued, clearly relishing his own narrative, “it’s quite a romance based novel lone . The reclusive,rich tech tita
