129. Ridiculous
SOLARVEX INTERSPACE CORPORATION —
The glass façade of SolarVex Interspace Corporation shimmered under the afternoon sun, towering and powerful, just like its CEO.
But inside?
Kyron and Maximilian walked through the lobby like two ghosts who had just witnessed a divine entity descend—and roast them.
Employees straightened instantly.
"Good afternoon, sir!"
Maximilian nodded curtly, expression sharp again…
except Kyron could literally feel the leftover embarrassment radiating off him like heat.
They entered the private elevator.
The doors closed.
Max exhaled—long and slow.
Kyron stared at him.
"…Still thinking about her, sir?"
Max shot him a dead glare.
"Kyron, I am thinking about work."
Kyron nodded innocently.
"Of course, sir. Naturally. Obviously. And the way your eye twitched just now is because of… spreadsheets."
Max pressed the top floor button harder than necessary.
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The elevator opened, and the executive floor buzzed with waiting meetings, files, and nervous secretaries.
"Sir, the board meeting was rescheduled—"
"Sir, shareholders want your approval—"
"Sir, the German investors need your signature—"
"Sir—"
"Place everything on my table," Max ordered calmly.
"I'll handle it all."
His voice was back to its usual cold dominance.
But Kyron knew better.
Because Max was holding a legal document upside down.
Kyron coughed.
"Sir… you're… reading that… backwards."
Max froze.
Slowly rotated the file the right way.
"Do not speak," he whispered.
Kyron nodded. "Yes, sir."
But oh god, he wanted to laugh.
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Max sat behind his massive black marble desk, the city skyline behind him—
an image of absolute authority.
Documents spread out.
Laptop open.
Work mode activated.
But his brain?
Betraying. Betraying him brutally.
Every time he tried to focus on a contract, he remembered her voice:
"Your logic is cute."
His jaw flexed.
Kyron walked in with more files.
"You have a call with the Japanese delegation at 2 pm—"
Max cut him off.
"Kyron."
"Yes sir?"
Max lowered his voice.
"…Stop thinking about what happened."
Kyron blinked.
"Sir… you are the one remembering it, not me."
Max glared.
Kyron cleared his throat.
"Ahem. Right. Yes. Apologies. Business. Work. Corporate things."
But then —
a tiny involuntary laugh escaped Kyron.
Max slammed his pen down.
"KYRON."
Kyron stood ramrod straight.
"Sir, I swear— I'm not laughing — I just— the scene is— sir, she DESTROYED us. Emotionally. Philosophically. Mentally."
Max closed his eyes.
"…Kyron leave my office."
Kyron fled instantly.
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Hours passed.
Meetings handled.
Contracts signed.
Board intimidated into silence.
Maximilian looked like he had regained composure.
But when he leaned back in his chair to relax for one second—
Her smirk flashed again.
His heartbeat actually skipped.
"…Ridiculous."
He stood up abruptly and walked to the window, hands in his pockets.
"That woman… who the hell is she?" he muttered to himself.
And why did he feel like…
He would see her again soon?
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