Adam woke up the next day with a mild headache. 'I shouldn't have drunk that much last night.' He groaned, holding his head with his hands.

He glanced at the wall clock, cursing himself, he dragged his body to the bathroom. 'I am going to be late for the first time in four years. Just great.'

Taking a quick shower, he dressed up and headed downstairs, almost running.

"Sorry Uncle Rob but I won't be able to have breakfast at the moment." He spoke politely to the old butler while putting on his cufflinks.

Just as the butler opened his mouth to reply, Adam interrupted him once again, "Don't worry, I will definitely eat something at the office."

He scurried off bidding his goodbye to the old butler. Adam reached the company in twenty minutes speeding all the way. Usually it took him around 40 minutes since his place was located in the outskirts of the city, away from the hassle of city life.

'Ding.' At the top floor of Levinson's Corp. the elevator doors of the President's private elevator opened. Adam came out and headed to his office under the weird gazes of his employees which accompanied their greetings. He ignored them and entered his office.

He couldn't help but think about it. Shrugging it off, he buzzed Stella through the intercom.

Two minutes later Stella came in along with a bunch of files for him. He asked her to sit, not daring to look at her for longer than required.

Going through the files, he could feel a pair of eyes belonging to a certain someone, staring intently at him.

"What is it Stella?" He asked politely.

"Nothing Sir."

He raised his head after listening to her reply, looking at her with his eyebrows raised, "What did I tell you yesterday?"

"That I can ask you anything?" She replied which sounded more like a question itself rather than the answer to his question.

"Yes, and you can say whatever you like to me if you want rather than trying to hold it in and staring at me without blinking." Adam replied to see her pursing her lips on being caught. "Now, are you going to tell me?"

"It's actually nothing Sir." She replied with her head lowered slightly.

"What is wrong with my entire staff today?" Adam heaved out a sigh.

"Maybe it's not them, It's you." Stella replied which was more like a whisper.

"Uhh...what?" Adam was a bit confused.

"You said that I can speak out my thoughts?." She asked him carefully and only continued when he gave her a firm nod in reply. "Actually, there's nothing wrong with them. You forgot to wear your tie today, and looking at the people outside it's probably your first time doing that Sir. To top it off you are also half an hour late today and your hairs are still a bit damp and slightly disheveled, looking as if you must have used your hands today instead of a hairbrush."

Adam was slightly dazed looking at those hazel eyes which twinkle the tiniest bit whenever she moved her head while talking. This was probably the first time she had spoken this much before him in one go except for her interview. He was brought back to the present when she blinked at him in confusion.

"So, that's the reason everyone was staring at me as if I had grown a pair of horns on my head." Adam replied with a low chuckle which was deep and soothing.

His response made Stella laugh a bit as well, "You won't actually look that bad with a pair of horns on your head."

Adam stiffened in his seat as if he was struck by lightning. It was the first time he had found a girl's laugh pleasant to his ears.

Adam looked at her with complex feelings in his eyes. 'Do I really like her? But I don't even know anything about her other than her name and academics. How can I like someone just like that?'

"Sir?" Stella brought him out of his dreamland. "Are you okay? You don't look well."

"Yeah! I am just having a mild headache. Can you ask someone to send in some painkillers along with a light breakfast." Adam asked her politely with a faint smile just like his usual self.

"Sure Sir." She replied and hurried out.

Adam's gaze stayed on the closed door as he was brought back to an old memory.

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*FLASHBACK*

A thirteen year old young Adam stood before a grave with his father next to him. It was his mother's death anniversary.

"Dad! You always say that you loved Mom more than anything else in the world." He asked the man next to him.

"I still love your Mother even though she's not with me." His Dad replied slowly.

"How did you know that you love her and that you want to spend the rest of your life with her?" Adam asked while looking at the grave stone.

"You just know it." His Dad replied with a faint smile on his lips.

"But how?" Adam was not satisfied with his answer.

"There's never a how or why Adam. You don't understand it now, but you will one day, when someone will enter in your life with whom you are meant to spend your life." His Dad gave him a big smile, ruffling his hairs to which the boy grimaced.

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

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Adam heaved out a long sigh, running his hands through his hairs.