
That morning.
In the middle of his spacious study with glass windows running along the outer wall of the skyscraper, Alan examined one by one the prospective secretary files he would choose.
His previous secretary, Amelia, made Alan more carefully choose a new secretary.
Amelia is married, but has a mistress who also works at Alan's company.
One day her husband came making a scene, accusing Alan of being Amelia's mistress.
All of that made Alan very disturbed and angry.
Alan hated the commotion made by Amelia and her husband, so that at that time Amelia was fired and did not want to see him again.
But Alan does not care too much about his mistress, as long as it does not disturb the mind and busyness of Alan.
Alan opened the files in front of him, looked at the photos of the candidates, checked the status of the marriage, and read the entire contents of the attached file.
Alan won't be choosing a married secretary again. And of course look for one that fits the criteria needed in the position of secretary.
He stopped at the last file. A lady. Beautiful woman with golden brown eyeballs. Read every single one of his files. Making sure everything is appropriate.
"Miss Ferry". His words were flat, there was no expression on his face.
Alan thrust the file of one of the candidates at his assistant who was waiting in front of him.
"I want him to work immediately." Decisively
"soon?" Ask assistant.
"You mean without an interview?" Hesitatingly asked.
"Have you ever seen me fire someone for asking questions?!" Threaten Alan to his assistant.
"I will never repeat my statement. Get lost!!". He turned his body that was casually sitting on his chair, staring at the outside view of the building with the wisdom of a large city with rows of skyscrapers adorning.
Alan has a cold, non-talking yet unequivocally assertive personality inherited from his father.
He would only put out long sentences in his mind.
But actually Alan has a very soft heart, of course, towards people who deserve gentleness.
The softness that is inherited from the mother who in fact is a descendant of nobility with gestures, soft words and feelings.
Alan is the principal owner of a major transportation company in the city.
Starting from Bus, Train, Helicopter, Aircraft, all kinds of ships such as speedboats and luxury yachts.
Alan controlled the entire city, even almost the entire country.
But his wealth and wealth are not solely enjoyed by himself. Alan built social houses, established humanitarian organizations and abandoned animal rescue organizations.
In addition to living in the clouds, Alanpun has an underground life, establishing relationships with the illegal world. Increasing colleagues in all fields is a tactic to protect yourself.
Of all the assets and everything he founded, none of them were labeled by name. Alan does not want to be the person highlighted by the media and become a star among entrepreneurs. Wealth does not make his heart arrogant.
Not many know Alan because it's not easy to see him. Only a few lucky people can meet him, even if Alan needs them.
Alan has many lawyers and accomplices who take care of all forms of business and business.
Thinking about all the wealth he had, Alan always felt there was something lacking in his life.
Her heart.
The gray heart.
Staring at the thin shadow of himself on the vast glass wall before him, Alan again threw his memories a few days ago while saving the girl.
There has never been a person so stupid when it comes to bad things, he thought.
Look at his stupidity, while precarious still carrying a large suitcase and backpack in hand.
Mind talking.
What's on his mind? I had to go to great lengths to save him with his heavy things.
There was still no expression on his face.
And again, what did he do by flapping his body violently in the water? It will only make him drown.
The ends of his lips began to be interested in forming a thin smile.
What was he thinking looking at me from the tip of the foot to the face? What was that look? Bawdy look?
A big smile was seen on his face, like there was pride in him, this was new to him.
That gray heart started to scratch the colored brush.
So far no woman has dared to approach him, even just looking at his face, let alone staring at his entire body like Miss Ferry did to her.
Since childhood, Alan lived as a cage. By his parents, he was accustomed to not interacting much with outsiders. His father was a top official in this country, making a lot of terror that came to his family. That's why Alan's whereabouts are hidden and not many know about it. Even just knowing a woman, let alone the affairs of romance he never felt.
As a sprinkling of water soaked the dried flowers, Alan's heart began to be soaked by the shadow of Miss Ferry
There was a small flower at the end of Alan Ricat's heart. While holding a photo of Miss Ferry, his daydream still rotates on the memory of the Ferry disaster.