It was difficult to work with Mr. Winter when his construction company was growing every day. And it was difficult because you ran on any errand, such was your fate as an intern. The pages of your diary were filled with assignments and reminders. You drank four cups of coffee a day because three hours of sleep a day wasn't enough.

Your friend reassured you that it was only temporary. But your strength was running out, because it seemed that your work was not appreciated.

But the corporate party in honor of the company's birthday put everything in its place. You were standing alone drinking champagne because everyone was busy talking about the upcoming annual bonus.

Everyone greeted the appearance of Mr. Winter and his family with applause and polite smiles. The main thing is the image. It's the same as always. Mr. Winter was walking arm in arm with his wife, who looked young and beautiful, dressed in a branded dress. But your delight was caused by his son Henry, who kept away from everyone. He was standing by the window, elegantly sipping whiskey with Coke and ice, glaring at everyone with his icy blue eyes.

You took a sip of champagne and automatically adjusted your hair and dress on your fragile body.

"What, you like him, don't you?" your friend Angela teased you.