'I need to settle the problems in the family.'
As he thought so, he looked at Sandra sitting in front of him in a professional position, her gaze steady as she kept looking outside, even with all the protection around them, her eyes stayed alert for any possible attacks, a single moment of suspiciousness, and she would react faster than anyone else.
'She is among those most loyal to the family.'
Of course, as a guardian, that is a guaranteed behaviour; his eyes left her as he focused on his sisters, both of them clutching him tight, taking both his sides as their darkened red eyes looked outside, a hint of relaxation finally finding them, yet the scar in their hearts still exists, one that will be very useful to him.
As his mind worked the limo with protection moved through the streets, along the walls and building displays, the pictures of his father and recorded memory still playing around, in fact, the whole city itself felt heavy, as their convey kept passing the eyes of all the people focused on them, their whispers on the road as the convoy whisked away.
The travel lasted for half an hour as they reached their destination, with the convoy no traffic was me, and every car they met made way for his family, soon as the limo stopped the bodyguards moved out arranging themselves as their guns stayed forward, first Sandra walked out of the limo her gaze taking in everything, making sure everything is fine until she opened her car for him and his sisters.
"Young master, young misses…..please."
She spoke, giving a light bow, her Italian beauty shining through with her blue hair and eyes looking lively. He gave a light nod to Sandra, and he turned his eyes towards his sisters, his face still stained with pain and tiredness as he asked, trying to be supportive.
"Shall we?"
The twins nodded their heads, their hands holding their brother tight as the three of them walked out of the limo, their eyes soon gazing at the humongous tall scrapper with at least 100 buildings.
'The main building of my mother and my family.'
Seeing the one place he used to visit a lot in the past, a subtle light passed through his eyes as the three of them were soon led into the building, his eyes focusing on the beautiful building with several workers moving around, and the moment they gazed at their group, they would stop for a moment before moving again.
The once familiar whispers started to fill his ears, once he had gotten very used to in the past, but it would seem it's quite uncomfortable for his sisters, who are still unused to such a level of attention on them.
"Don't worry, I am here…."
He whispered to the two of them, his hands lightly holding them with power, being their moment of support as they nodded their head, their body sticking close to his, as their weary eyes kept looking around.
Under guided protection, the three of them soon entered the life alongside Sanrda and a few guards. Sandra trended towards the high-tech elevator, her hand pressing on the finger sensor till access to the higher level was activated and soon, with a 'ting', the lift started to move upwards. This very elevator was only accessible to his family.
He, after all had used this a lot in his past; those were good times when he came here to spend some time or to pick up some models from the fashion department, back then With his status and looks hirls were willingly coming to him, to just a chance to lay with him and he had made good use of that in the past.
There were quite a few existing situations that took place within these walls, musing on this thought while keeping and comforting his sisters, the entrance soon reached on the highest floor as the lift opened up, they were met with a secretary outside who looked at the arrival with a wry smile on her face.
"Where is Madam? We informed her before we came."
Sandra said, to which the secretary could only reply.
"Boss is in a meeting, and she had given strict details not to be disturbed, no matter what, after all, she is still in a very foul mood...."
A stunning silence filled the hall after the secretary's words, Sanda's eyes turned towards him and his sisters, her face portraying the fact that she didn't know what she should do, while his sisters on his side yearned for their mother's love started to feel the reality that their mother takes her work more important than her kids, something which won't quickly set in for 4-year-old kids.
'Their frightening intellect is getting sharpened here...'
He knew it was this very intellect of theirs that became their greatest power and their greatest shackles, children that think their mother doesn't care, heck It's just being a day and his mother is already back at work but that's not the truth, the truth being that working is the only way that his mother knows how to process the pain in her heart.
'Misunderstanding grew with stop, emotions grew cold till no connections were left.'
In truth, he didn't give a shit if his family was harmonious or not, but for his plans to proceed, having a more connected and well-organised family is imminent.
'If we were more united, we wouldn't have fallen so fast during the first awakening.'
For a group of super genius families with extreme wealth, power, and skills to conquer the world, they were all very weak when it came to dealing with emotions and relations, quite the irony of you are to see it.
As he kept brooding over the atmosphere in the room, which kept getting heavier and heavier, the eyes of the two girls brimming up again, while he stood there in the middle with a frown on his face, he trying his best to 'mask' his pain, even when his thoughts are in overdrive he still manages to keep his expression perfectly, something he mastered along his way.
"We will be entering the room."
He finally spoke, his voice filled with resolve, his eyes soon turning towards his sister as he placed light kisses on their cheeks.
"Don't worry, our mother loves us with all her heart."
As he said so, he could see Sandra smiling lightly at his words.
"I'm sorry, but the boss said she can't be disturbed during her meeting."
The secretary suddenly spoke, to which his eyes narrowed. The drained and saddened 6-year-old asked with his tough voice, or so he tried.
"Then who is going to stop us?"
As his words rounded out, a stunning silence filled the atmosphere again. The guards around them held their guns tighter while Sandra looked at him with renewed eyes. A few seconds of silence stood till he nodded his head and moved forward holding his sister's hand, their seemingly moving along with the flow.
Sandra and the guards quickly followed, while the secretary too caught up. With light, small steps, they soon reached the huge doors closed tight. He didn't need to say anything as the guards moved and opened the door for them, bright lights filling his eyes as he entered inside, through the door with his head held high.
Entering the exquisitely adorned meeting room was like stepping into a realm where opulence intertwined with power. Nestled within a skyscraper of gleaming glass windows that offered a panoramic view of the sprawling city below, the room emanated an air of grandeur that left one in awe. Bathed in a warm ochre hue, every element of the décor seemed meticulously curated to evoke a sense of sophistication.
At the heart of the room sat a majestic table, its polished surface reflecting the ambient glow of the chandeliers above. Seated around it were formidable figures, individuals whose mere presence resonated with authority. Their hushed conversations filled the air, underscoring the gravity of the proceedings. Yet, all eyes gravitated toward the centre, where the focal point of the room's allure awaited.
Her hazelnut eyes held a captivating depth, like the secrets of ancient forests hidden within them. Her flowing chestnut hair cascaded in gentle waves, framing a face that seemed chiselled by the hands of artisans. Each feature was harmoniously composed, from the elegant curve of her brows to the subtle curve of her lips that held the promise of both warmth and mystery.
With an air of poise that commanded attention, she sat regally at the head of the table. Her posture exuded confidence, a testament to her unyielding strength. The ivory silk of her dress clung to her form, accentuating her grace and elegance. The intricately embroidered patterns seemed to echo the complexities of her persona, weaving tales of her journey to ascend the echelons of power.
As her gaze swept across the room, an unspoken aura of authority unfurled. It was a presence that demanded respect and unwavering attention. Those who met her eyes were captivated, drawn into a realm where her very essence spoke of an indomitable spirit. She possessed an innate ability to inspire admiration and awe, her every gesture imbued with intention.
Around her, the world seemed to pause, as if caught in a reverent hush. The symphony of voices lowered to allow her voice to resonate, each word carrying the weight of conviction. Her intelligence was matched only by her charisma, a combination that could sway even the most steadfast minds. With a magnetic allure, she wove webs of influence that extended beyond the confines of the room.
As she sat there, the embodiment of elegance and authority, it was clear that she was more than just a woman in charge; she was a force to be reckoned with, a harbinger of change, and a living testament to the fusion of beauty and power. The meeting room bore witness to her prowess, a tapestry woven from the threads of determination, intellect, and an unwavering commitment to her vision