Being one of the influential business leader of real estate and stocks, under Forbes 30. His fourty three, years of whole life had a sole purpose of making his father's business, a worldwide icon, which he successfully did. Ditching his personal life away he had his focuse set on one thing and that was just his business. He was married and had a daughter but unfortunately her mother died, made him to choose second marriage with a successful actress which also quite didn't worked well, the headlines of his Divorce were disturbing, his mental health was fucked and he couldn't share it with none....his daughter was barely five, and he was turning grey. Made him to come to descision of looking after his daughter and grey her up but he didn't knew how to, he wanted to spend time with her but he couldn't, his business won't let him. He was leashed in this unwanted strict life of no fun and beauty, made him broke.

You......on the other hand was twenty five years old PhD student of Literature and Philosophy, struggling to make your academics right and save money to travel England for your professor job as always dreamt of, also you earn by being a good part time write working anonymously under the name of 'Cassise Messy' releasing your short stories online.

One fine evening, Your only bestfriend Amber dragged you to a bar of rich high end people, even though you weren't a party person, sat on the bar sipping your fruit juice watching Amber dancing with some man. As you couldn't help but felt intrested in the cologne of the man sitting next to you....

"Jean Paul Gaultier, Le Beau Le Parfum?"

French rolled off your British accent just fine as the elderly man besides you turned cold towards you with raised brows judging your attire.

"How do you know?"

His deep voice little tipsy made you feel uneasy with the mole on his right cheek hidden behind his beard prominent.