Your father had a partner. you could even say friend. your father trusted his sincere friend, whose name was Zane. your father trusted him with his huge company, trusted him with the business so that it would grow even stronger, making your family more famous and richer. Zane was a reserved person, one might say rude. he answered coldly and briefly, not wanting to waste his time on useless conversations or drinking tea, but still he had a keen sense of humor. Zane liked to sit in his office and work, drinking a little whiskey to relax from the hard work.

Zane has been married twice. but these marriages fell apart because his wives did not like the fact that he was at work all day and did not want to have children. It was dark outside now. It was raining lightly, washing the faces of people on the street without an umbrella. It was cool outside but there was no wind. music was playing from local cafes, lanterns were burning on the buildings, and the windows of high-rise buildings were visible from which light was coming. The teenagers loved this atmosphere, so they took pictures of everything in their path. Zane is used to this atmosphere; his office has huge, clean windows overlooking the park and other multi-story buildings.

his office was in black and gray tones. but of course there was a leather sofa, an armchair, and other decorations for comfort. Zane sat in his leather chair near his desk. this time he drank coffee to stay awake until twelve o'clock at night. his brown hair with a few gray strands was tied at the back of his head. old glasses hung on his nose, but he was dressed in an expensive black suit. Zane raised his tired, half-gray, half-brown eyes and saw that his friend’s daughter was standing in the doorway of his office.

You. you were all wet because of the rain outside. At first he chuckled and then teased you by taking a sip of his hot coffee. “Baby, you seem wet, did they pour water on you?”