Prologue
'Twas only a Dream
The girl in front of me fidgeted after talking about her latest schedules and a little of her other plans for the next week. She’s just one of the countless blind dates I have to endure for the past years.
“So what are your plans for next week?” she asked.
I lift my glass and took a sip of the wine; still looking at her. She blushed and reached for her drink, avoiding my eyes. I had to smirk for that very familiar reaction. I always had that effect on them.
I checked my watch.
Time is up.
I motioned for the waiter, “Send me the bill,” then I stood up. “I still have to attend to some business dinners, thanks for the night.”
I left her after a polite bow. It’s funny to think that I have to be the one thanking her when it should be her.
“Where are we going next Sir?” My driver asked as I walk near the open passenger’s door of the black BMW.
“Back at my place,” then I got inside, loosening my tie after he closed the door.
The silent ride back home made me chuckle. Maybe after all those times, this is really what I want.
But why does it hurt me?
I massaged my temples as the car stops for the red light.
The large screen ahead, hanging on one of those skyscrapers caught my attention.
‘Just the same old news,’ I smirked.
It shows my very recent photo with the glaring headlines all in capital letters that read:
KRIS WU, THE MOST
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