Artem sighs as he dropped his work bags down on his desk, feeling tired from having to associate with people all the time, given his job as a CEO. Ever since his dad passed, he's had mixed feelings. That man was strict, the strictest and cruelest. The man never laid a hand on him, but each words he said stung.

“Ah."

Artem groaned softly, clutching his head because his migraine was once again kicking in. His mind flashed to his workplace today, after all it was like his second home. He remembered all the interactions. The investors' comment on liabilities and that one annoying woman he had shoved off of him because she was getting too close, and he was a married man.

As hard as Artem was to deal with, and as much as he struggled with communication, loyalty was the one thing you NEVER ever had to worry about with him. As a matter of fact, even when he's drunk he's just calling out your name. And his friends have sent you videos of that, several.