Most Unwelcome Task

Elion's office was a sanctuary of order, a stark contrast to the chaos he had just endured. In his grip was none other than Reinhart, being dragged along like a child.

"Let go, damn it! I can walk!" Reinhart grumbled, jerking his arm in a half-hearted attempt to free himself.

Elion didn't so much as glance at him. His grip was firm, unyielding, as he pulled his younger brother through the hallways of the towering corporate building.

The walk from the entrance to the private elevator felt longer than usual—mostly because Reinhart made sure to slow them down at every opportunity.

"Oh, hello, gorgeous," Reinhart called out, flashing a playful wink at a passing receptionist. "And you, my dear, looking radiant today," he added, smirking at another woman who nearly dropped the folder in her hands.

Elion's expression remained cold, unaffected, but his patience thinned with every second.