Soren was about to get into the car parked in front of the company's entrance when he suddenly froze. His gaze drifted up to the balcony of his office on the third floor.
Is it really okay to just leave like this? What if he disappears again… what if I lose him right under my nose?
He closed his eyes and gulped, turned around and settled in the car that pulled away soon after.
Soren got off at the shooting site and approached the set. He bowed slightly to the director and producers without muttering a word.
"Where is your manager today?" Director Wirad tilted his head to look up at the tall Soren.
Soren stayed silent and co-director Shaila added, "He must have been fired, why are you asking the obvious?"
Director Wirad got up from his seat and walked away muttering, "He is just doing a minor role, why does that bastard act like he is some celebrity?"
Although his voice might be inaudible to others, Soren had sharp senses as a Prime Alpha and heard him clearly. But he just stood there without saying anything.
Although Soren had his own team of producers and directors that filmed high budget projects yet to be released, he was here just to support the main lead Carol, an artist from his company Orvane Studio.
"Okay, everyone gather for scene number 45," the director's loud voice pierced through the set.
Soren walked to the set and they started shooting. Thanks to Soren's professional acting, the scene wrapped a lot earlier than predicted. Carol was waiting outside the set for him.
"How come President's acting is this seasoned when you just started a few months ago?" Carol complimented with a full smile.
"All thanks for taking acting classes for years." Soren's voice was professional as he patted Carol's shoulder. "What about you, is everything going well? The director seems rude. If he treats you badly, just tell me."
"You are exaggerating, that's how things work in showbiz," Carol chuckled.
"Exactly, that's why I told you to only work with our own team."
"But it's really good to work with other teams and gain more experience," Carol took a sip of his coffee. "Moreover, it's me who wants to work with everyone, so the president doesn't need to worry."
"Alright, break the set." Soren walked away with no expressions on his face.
Soren's next schedule was shooting for another drama called Reaching The Dawn, in which he was the main lead. It was being produced by his own company. He got off work late at night. He was settled in the car while his gaze wandered out of the window, looking at the vehicles passing by.
He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. He has signed a contract with Orvane. He can't run away. I even have his information this time, so relax. I will be able to find him even if he runs away.
The next morning, Soren was settled at the dining table along with his family. Moren kept staring at him throughout breakfast.
"What?" Soren turned to him.
"Oh," Moren blinked twice, "it's just, are you going to the award ceremony or something?"
"Why?" Soren's voice was cold as always.
"You are dressed up differently."
Soren took two hours just trying to find something that would look good on him. He was cautious of the fact that he was going to see Caelen the whole day. He should be dressed well.
Although Soren's fashion sense was really good, even if he would wear a normal shirt it looked graceful on his beautifully crafted figure. But today he was wearing a two-piece suit that he wore only on some kind of special events.
"Tsk." Soren smirked lightly and walked out.
"Mother, today he seems different, right?" Moren asked, still looking at Soren's back, who was visible through the mirrored wall as he walked out through the garden.
"Why are you smiling?" Silla looked unhappy. "He was so cold towards you."
"It's okay, it's because he is a big brother...."
"Big brothers are not rude like him," Thane interrupted, getting up from his chair. That startled Moren and he looked down.
"Yes, Father."
Soren got out of his car in front of Orvane Studio and saw Caelen already waiting for him. A warm smile spread across his face as he tried to hide his happiness, but it showed anyway.
Caelen glanced at the schedule sheet. There is no such event. Why is he dressed like that? Maybe that's just his style. Whatever that bastard wears looks good on him!
"Greetings, Mr. Soren. You should have sent me the address of your residence. I should have picked you up." Caelen bowed slightly.
Soren noticed Caelen's dressing. He is wearing the suit from yesterday. Does he like this one more?
"I don't have a personal place to stay yet. Father hasn't permitted me to live alone after..." He stopped and jolted his head. "Anyway I am living with my family. So my personal driver will be taking me home. Don't worry about it."
Exactly, how could you take your sex toys home, jerk. Reasonable enough.
"Alright, understood Mr. Soren." Caelen flinched at the sight of Soren, who was standing too close to him. A faint smile decorated his face.
"Just call me Soren. It's not like anyone is here except the two of us."
"What do... you mean... by..." Caelen tilted his head.
"Good morning, President Soren," Arsha greeted, at which he turned to look at her, and her eyes rounded. "Gasp!"
Soren gave her a cold look, and she quickly turned to Caelen. "Hi Caelen, please take good care of our artist." She held Caelen's fist and dragged him away. "I have a question, do you know the president personally?"
"What? No, I don't know him."
Soren's pupils dilated at Caelen's reply. There is no way he doesn't remember me. I am his first time. How could he not remember me? Is he pretending not to know me?
Arsha let go of Caelen and walked into the entrance. Caelen turned around and met Soren's stiff expression.
Caelen opened the car door for Soren. "Take a seat, Soren."
"You are obedient as always." Soren brushed his shoulder against Caelen's on purpose while getting in.
Throughout the ride, Soren's eyes were creepily fixed on Caelen in front, sometimes the back of his head and sometimes the big expressive eyes through the front mirror.
When they arrived at the filming set of Reaching The Dawn, Soren leaned over the driver's side window and tapped lightly on the glass.
Caelen rolled it down, confused.
"Come out for a moment."
Caelen turned off the engine and stepped out. Without a word, Soren took off the necklace around his own neck and fastened it around Caelen's.
"Why are you giving this to me?" Caelen blinked twice at Soren's face, which was too close to his neck. His breath caressed his neck gently.
"You seemed to like it yesterday, so I am giving this to you," Soren looked at him.
What's wrong with giving you what belongs to you? What is he trying to pull here? I don't understand him.
Soren was shooting all day and had no other schedule for the day. Caelen tagged along with him to every set and took care of his food and any other needs. The last scene was being shot inside, and Caelen had to wait outside.
He quickly got his phone out of his pocket that kept vibrating all day, but he couldn't pick it up, although he saw the message from Uncle Shu that Eiran was crying and looking for him badly.
He called Uncle Shu.
"Papa! Papa!..... Papa!" Eiran was practically wailing on the other side as soon as the phone was picked up.
"Eiran, Eiran! Listen to Papa, listen to me, okay?" Caelen could still hear his cries. "Papa is working, I will be home soon. Calm down, my baby. Listen, if you cry like that, how could I work?"
"Okay, let me ask you something." Caelen's chest tightened. "Papa has to work, right?"
"Riiighhht," Eiran replied, stretching through the cries.
"Then just wait for one hour. I will be back in one hour, okay?"
"Okay," he was still crying.
"Then how about you stop crying, my good son?"
Eiran stopped crying, but Caelen could hear his jerky breaths. "Papa will be back soon, okay? Please, just one hour, okay? I will call again when I am driving."
Caelen quickly hung up as he had to rush back, but he froze as soon as he turned around. Soren was standing right in front of him. His eyes looked like they would burst with the redness in them, but his dropped jaw didn't support his angry eyes, nor his shocked expression.
Did he hear my conversation? How would he react since he was interested in me? Will he fire me? What if he asks me about Eiran? Caelen shook his head. Stupid why would he even ask me about Eiran? Stop overreacting.