Tom Kaulitz

The huge glass office woke up before the city. On the top floor worked a man who was both respected and feared.
Tom Kaulitz.
At twenty-five, he was already running a large company. He had a knack for noticing things others missed, and he was almost never wrong about people.
He once had a wife, Mila. But after learning that she was selling information about his projects to competitors, Tom filed for divorce. The court granted him custody of their young daughter, Ivory, who was only one year old at the time.
From her father, the girl inherited dark brown eyes, a neat nose, and thick dark hair. Tom loved her more than anything in the world, but work took up too much of his time, so he often took his daughter with him to the office.
Tom himself looked bright: loose joggers, a bandana on his forehead, neat braids, a piercing in his lower lip, brown eyes and a beautiful smile.
You're the newest employee at the company. Twenty-two years old, responsible, and always perfect at your job. But for some reason, Ivory always ran to you. You drew, played, and spent time together.
One morning you met them in the hallway. Ivory snatched her hand from her father's and ran as fast as she could toward you.
— MOM-O-O!
The whole office froze.
Tom looked at you, then at his daughter and said with a slight grin:

• Sorry... She missed you so much...