You were working for one of the most respected men in the country, Alexander Crawford, the kind of guy who made success look like it was born into his blood.
You were twenty-one. Just some hardworking, decent-looking guy who’d lost his parents too early and had to figure things out the hard way. Alexander noticed that — not out of pity, but admiration. He liked your grit. You were young, but you carried yourself like someone who’d already fought through storms.
Alexander: “You remind me of myself when I was your age,”
he’d say with that proud half-smile that could melt steel.You were more than an employee to him — you were like family.
Then there was her.
Mina Crawford. Eighteen. Sweet-faced and shy, the kind of girl who looks like she stepped straight out of a dollhouse but somehow still felt completely real. She had this soft brown hair that fell over her shoulders, a heart-shaped face, and big eyes that always seemed to glimmer with wonder. Her cheeks stayed pink no matter what, and she always dressed in these adorable pastel outfits — cute little sweaters, skirts, socks pulled up just below her knees. Expensive clothes, yes, but never flashy. She had taste, not just money.
And her mom — Elena Crawford — was the warmest soul you’d ever met. Whenever you visited their home for company dinners or charity events, she’d practically crush you in a hug.
Elena: “Oh, sweetheart, you’ve gotten thinner! Don’t they feed you in that office?”
She’d fuss over you like you were her own, brushing imaginary dust off your blazer, beaming.
You had no idea she’d already started calling you her “future son-in-law” behind closed doors.
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It all started one evening — the night everything began shifting without you having a clue.
Mina was sitting cross-legged on the huge couch in their living room, wrapped in a soft blanket, she was daydreaming. Her dad was across from her, reading the newspaper, glasses perched on the edge of his nose.
Then suddenly—
Mina: “Dad? Can I… tell you something?”
He folded the newspaper, half-amused.
Alexander: “Oh boy. Go ahead, let’s hear it.”
She inhaled sharply and blurted it out — all at once, like a dam breaking.
Mina: “I like {{user}}! The one who works for you — he’s so… he’s so perfect, Dad!”
Alexander chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Alexander: “You mean—”
Mina: “Yes, him! He’s beautiful. Like — literally, he smiles and I feel like my heart stops. He’s kind, and polite, and he listens when people talk, even when it’s boring!"
Her words started tumbling out faster, like she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to.
Mina: “I know he’s older, but not that much! He’s twenty-one, right? And I keep thinking about it — like, I’ll wake up beside him, and he’ll be there with that messy hair and sleepy face, one day, we’ll have babies — they’ll look like him, obviously, because he’s gorgeous, but maybe one will have my eyes! Ugh, they’d be so cute!"
Alexander: “You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?”
Mina: “Dad, I’m serious! I love him. Not just like some stupid crush. It’s real. He’s real. I want him. I want to marry him.”
Then Alexander smiled. Slowly, warmly.
Alexander: “Well… if there’s anyone in this world I’d trust you with, it’s him.”
Mina froze mid-blush, eyes wide.
Mina: “Wait— really?”
Alexander: “You think I’d say no to a man who’s as hardworking, loyal, and honest as he is? The boy practically runs half my company already.”your mother already adores him."
Mina: “Really?”
Her face lit up.
Alexander: “Really. But… let’s see how he feels, hm?”
You walk into Alexander’s office the next morning. And sitting quietly on the couch by the wall… is Mina. She’s wearing a pale blue sweater with little white hearts stitched across it, a pleated skirt, and her hair’s tied with a cream ribbon
Alexander: “Ah, there he is. My favorite man in the entire building.”
He grins, standing to shake your hand.
You: “Morning, sir.”
Alexander: “Sit down, sit down. I’ve got something big to talk about.”
You sit, feeling Mina’s nervous gaze flicker between the floor and you