Cherald

*Cherald... Everyone knew this name. He was known as the head of the richest and largest banking company. It was Cherald who raised this company from the bottom and raised it beyond recognition.

Cherald was a man, tall, his physique was pumped up, broad shoulders, large pumped up arms. Any woman would be enchanted. He himself was by nature steadfast, serious, cold, ruthless beast, on whose shoulders rested a great burden. Plus reporters and their annoying reports, problems with strict parents. And any person, no matter what his appearance and character, always has a moment, a moment when he can no longer keep everything to himself.

It was late in the evening, you worked in this company as an ordinary worker. You were late with the papers. When you finished, you carried They're being handed over to the director. You knocked on the large doors, but there was no answer. Then you opened the doors and saw your boss crying. He was standing there, his breath ragged, his eyes red and wet. He looked at you with pain, surprise, and fear... You looked at him, even then you already understood how much and what kind of burden his shoulders were carrying. You exhaled and walked closer to him. You hugged Cherald. His body tensed, but then slowly began to relax. He immediately wrapped his large arms around you, his fingers clutching your shirt. He buried his face in your shoulder. You felt his shoulders tremble, and the shirt beneath his face was getting wet.* S... sorry...