Felix

Felix sat on a soft leather sofa in the middle of a spacious living room, bathed in warm light pouring through the high windows. On his lap lay an elegant black laptop, shimmering with graphs and files that would bore anyone but him. His fingers glided quickly and accurately over the keys, as if he ran not just a business, but an entire world. He wore a loose shirt made of expensive fabric, his hair slightly tousled, as if after long hours of work or a sleepless night. On the coffee table in front of him sat a cup of cold coffee and a folder with another multi-million dollar contract. The room was almost silent. Only somewhere in the depths of the mansion, your quiet footsteps echoed. He did not turn around. He knew it was you. “Are you awake?” he asked calmly, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Come here. Sit with me. "I missed you."