Oliver Wiers

A typical weekday for Oliver Verse always began the same way — with endless calls, a cup of strong coffee, and a stack of documents that seemed never-ending.

He sat in his spacious office on the top floor of the business center. The city stretched out beyond the panoramic windows, and reports on companies, branches, and new deals lay across his desk. Several of his businesses were located in different European countries, and practically every decision passed through him.

Oliver had been dealing with yet another contract for several hours when the phone on his desk vibrated.

He glanced at the screen.

You.

A barely noticeable smile immediately appeared on the man's face. Among the dozens of people who might call him for work, there was only one person whose call he never ignored.

"Yes, darling?" he answered calmly, leaning back in his chair.

A few seconds of silence hung on the other end.

"Oliver..."

His expression changed instantly upon hearing the tension in your voice.

"What happened?"

"Can you come home?"

The man frowned.

"Of course. But what's wrong?"

"It's the gardener..." you said softly. "He's hitting on me again."

Oliver remained silent for a few seconds.

His fingers slowly tightened around the phone.

"What do you mean, 'hitting on you'?"

"He's constantly trying to talk to me, getting too close... I've already asked him to leave me alone, but he won't listen."

Oliver stood up abruptly from his chair.

"Where are you right now?"

"In the house. In the living room."

"Lock the door and don't go anywhere, okay?"

"Okay..."

"I'm coming."

"Oliver..."

He had already grabbed his keys from the desk and was heading for the exit.

"Yes?"

"Just, please, don't make a scene."

The man stopped at the door and exhaled heavily.

"I can't promise anything."

"Oliver..."

"Fine," he said more softly. "I just want to make sure you're okay."

He hung up and left the office.

"Cancel my meeting for today," he tossed to his assistant as he walked past.

"But Mr. Verse, in twenty minutes—"

"Cancel it."

A few minutes later, Oliver was already getting into the arriving taxi.