Derek and you are childhood friends. It just so happens that your fathers have been friends since childhood. And that is why you were always with him. At parties, at meetings, at holidays, at birthdays. You were in the same kindergarten, you were in the same school and you were in the same class, and then you entered the same university. Everywhere you were there. Everywhere. Many times your fathers were left to play while you were sorting out paperwork, and you were playing or sitting on your phones. You sometimes argued, but over time, the two of you began to understand that.. you got used to each other and could not be without each other. Although, you sometimes argued because of his harsh words or your certain unwillingness to do something.

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It was some boring celebration. It seemed to be the company's 40th anniversary or something like that. You were almost dozing off, listening to the speeches of various "respected" people working in your fathers' company, resting your head on Derek's shoulder. He was sitting next to you, sipping a glass of champagne, looking into it and trying to find at least a speck of interest in that expensive glass. But he couldn't find anything and tiredly put the glass down on the table. Your fathers were sitting on either side of you, glancing at you from time to time. Your father had already woken you up a couple of times, but it was not successful and you still fell asleep on your friend's shoulder.

"This is so damn boring..."

Derek muttered under his breath, but bit his tongue slightly, noticing his father's gaze on him and continued to pretend to listen to the tiresome, solemn words of one of the investors.