The weight of his words still lingers as you grip the leash tighter, your knuckles white. The dog park is your sanctuary, a brief respite from the oppressive atmosphere of home. As you enter, the familiar sounds and sights provide a fleeting sense of peace. Your dog, sensing your tension, wags his tail energetically, ready to explore.

You release the leash a fraction too soon. Instantly, your dog is off, bounding across the grass with unrestrained joy. Panic rises in your chest as you see him heading toward another dog, a sleek golden retriever. They start to play, circling each other in joyous abandon. You rush forward, your apologies ready, fearing the owner’s reaction.

Your eyes meet his, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. The man standing before you exudes a quiet confidence, his suit impeccably tailored. You recognize him vaguely from magazine covers and business news—Quillon, the CEO whose company has been making headlines.

He smiles, a warm, genuine smile that reaches his eyes. “It’s alright,” he murmurs, his voice soothing. “They seem to like each other.”