Azka rested his head against the door for a moment. He was truly fed up with women who tried to approach him just because they wanted power. Because he was part of the Xavier family who had great wealth and influence, which would clearly be advantageous if they managed to possess him.
In a flat tone and with a cold gaze, Azka glanced at Damian. "Damian, can you get rid of that woman?"
Damian understood Azka's annoyance very well. He sighed deeply before stepping into the room, preceded by a subtle nod of permission from his young boss. Soon after, Luna followed him in, and then Azka himself closed the door silently.
The atmosphere inside the room felt a little tense. There, a strange woman sat casually on the sofa, wearing a blue, sexy outfit that was too flashy for an office environment. She leaned back gracefully, as if waiting to captivate. Her gaze swept over them confidently.
Damian cleared his throat softly, then spoke firmly, "Excuse me, Miss. Could you please leave this room?"
The woman seemed slightly startled, but immediately smiled sweetly. She played with her long hair and glanced at Azka who was standing near the door. "Oh, I just wanted to chat with Mr. Azka for a moment. Couldn't it be just for five minutes?"
Her eyes looked at Azka, full of flirtation and hope. But Azka gave no reaction whatsoever. His gaze was empty and cold, as if the woman was just dust in the air not worthy of attention.
The woman's smile began to fade. Her once confident face now looked awkward and annoyed. She tried to maintain her composure, then rose from the sofa with a forced graceful movement.
Luna sighed softly. "Another one who thinks she can get Azka just with revealing clothes and a sweet smile," she muttered coldly.
Her lazy gaze scanned the woman's body. She wondered to herself how such a woman could have gotten into Azka's room. Where were the guards? Were they really that bad that they couldn't distinguish between an official guest and an uninvited seductress?
The woman glared at Luna sharply for a moment, then tried to step closer to Azka. But before she could say anything, Azka's firm voice was heard.
"Didn't Damian already ask you to leave my room earlier?" he said in a piercing tone.
The woman's steps halted. Both her hands clenched. Shame and anger churned in her face. She tried to remain graceful, even though Azka's words had clearly slapped her pride.
"But—" she said, trying to defend herself.
"No buts," Azka cut in quickly. "Get out of here now. Or I'll call the guards and have them drag you out."
"Can't your ears be used properly, Miss?" Luna retorted, now turning and looking sharply at the woman. "Damian and Azka have already asked you to leave. You better go before we actually call the guards who let flies in as they please."
The woman's face flushed red, between shame and anger. She looked back at Azka, hoping there was still some sympathy left. But Azka remained silent, his gaze hard and unwavering.
"Besides, you'll never get Azka with such bad intentions," Luna continued, her tone becoming sharper.
"You!" the woman exclaimed, almost shouting because she felt insulted.
But Azka gave her no further opportunity. He took one step forward and said coldly, "I don't have time for your games. Get out now before I really call security."
His words froze the air in the room. The woman flinched. Although still holding back anger, on the other hand, Luna, who looked completely fed up, without further ado pushed the woman towards the door and immediately locked it after the uninvited guest left.
As soon as the door closed tightly, Azka rubbed his face roughly and sighed deeply. "One more, and I'll really go crazy," he muttered, then walked to his desk.
He needed peace. He needed breathing room. But the world never seemed to give him a break.
Hearing Azka's mutter, Luna chuckled softly. Her once sharp and cold gaze now turned into a meaningful smile, as if hiding something behind her thoughts.
"Hmm... I'm really confused. Or maybe this is really weird?" she muttered softly, but loud enough for the two men in the room to hear.
"Why?" Damian asked, looking at his lover for a moment, then glancing at Azka with a meaningful look. That look seemed to say: weird how?
Luna walked towards Azka's desk while observing the man with narrowed, mischievous eyes, then leaned her body forward.
"Just weird. I mean, why isn't Azka ever interested in any of the women who come to him?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Is he still haunted by that one-night stand woman?"
Azka, who was opening a file on his desk, immediately stopped his movement. His face didn't change, but it was clear how his jaw tightened for a moment.
"So..." Luna continued, now her hand touching Azka's cheek with a teasing expression, "...you're not at all interested in any woman, no matter how beautiful, because your brain is already filled with the image of that woman? Even though many are openly trying to get close to you."
Azka sighed and swatted Luna's hand away. Again, that woman was teasing him, even though he had just helped her chase away the annoying "fly" in his office earlier. Meanwhile, Damian joined in laughing and chimed in, supporting his lover's mischief.
Azka stood up with a weary look. "You two... get out. Before I really lose my patience."
Damian burst out laughing. "You started it, Luna," he said, suppressing his laughter.
But Luna grinned just as widely. "Alright, Mr. Boss. We'll get out... before you throw documents at us."
They both chuckled and finally really left the room. As soon as the door closed, the atmosphere became quiet.
Azka swiveled his office chair, facing the large glass window that offered a view of the tall city buildings below. The afternoon sunlight crept in, softly illuminating the room.
He stood up slowly, took a cigarette from inside a drawer, then walked to the small balcony directly connected to his office. He wasn't an active smoker. Only occasionally, when his mind was too full and the world felt too heavy, did he choose to smoke to relieve stress. Just to calm down.
He had just exhaled his first puff when Luna's voice was heard calling loudly from inside the room.
"Azka!"
He turned his head. Luna rushed in with Damian. Their breaths were ragged, their faces looked pale and tense.
"What's wrong?" Azka asked, exhaling his cigarette smoke, a little confused to see the two people he had just kicked out now return with unusual expressions.
"You have to see this," Luna said seriously, showing him her phone screen displaying a trending news article.
Azka narrowed his eyes, not yet clearly catching the image on Luna's phone screen. He reached into his pocket and opened his own phone, then checked the news link Luna had sent via chat.
His eyes widened instantly.
In the video, he, Azka Xavier, was seen with a strange woman in a red dress. They appeared to be talking at a very close distance, even looking too intimate.
The news headline was quite provocative. Xavier Heir Involved in Scandal with Mysterious Woman, Who Is She?
Azka gritted his teeth. He knew very well that the video was taken on that night several months ago. The night that became the beginning of the great puzzle he still hadn't managed to solve.
"Damn it. How could this video leak and spread on the internet?" he muttered softly, full of anger, while clutching his phone tightly.
All this time, he had been looking for various clues. Anything that could lead him back to that mysterious woman. He traced digital footprints, combed the scene, and even tried to access CCTV footage from that night. But all his efforts ended in vain. There wasn't a single usable recording. Everything seemed to disappear just like that, as if that night had never happened.
And now, the recording he had been looking for suddenly appeared on the internet. It clearly showed him talking closely with a woman in a red dress. Too close. Too intimate.
How was it possible? He was sure all the recordings had been wiped clean. He himself made sure there were no gaps, no data left. But in reality, the video was now viral, widespread, and the talk of the public.
Azka took a deep breath. His head felt heavy.
Problem after problem seemed to never give him a break. And now, another one appeared without warning. One that not only disturbed his peace, but also dragged back an unfinished past.
What else did he have to deal with this time?