Alexander Younder, I presume.

They both bent their head to pick up the broken piece of plate, accidentally bumping their heads together.

“Bang!”

“ow! What’s wrong with you…” Louis shouted out from pain, he held his forehead and tears pooled in his eyes.

“Um… sorry.” Mira felt embarrassed, she was only trying to help.

Louis bent to pick up the broken piece, and from his side view, he saw her bending, too. He stretched his hands in a gesture for her to stop, and he quickly picked everything up and walked away without glancing at her.

Mira rubbed her forehead, feeling she was disliked and ignored. She smiled helplessly at her clumsy actions and went back to her office.

In the evening, a middle-aged man got down from the boat with a young, delicate man.

He frowned at his hologram screen. “Dad, why are we stuck on this makeshift island? No malls, no movies!’’ The young man complained.

He didn’t know why his father had to accept a job on an island, his plans almost successful.