I have a meeting with Yakov to sort some things out.

"What is this about, Lars?" we are friends, let's say. He works here for a long time and I know how to handle him.

"I just want to make some things clear."

"Alright." He says confused.

"Soren is my boyfriend and I would love for you to not flirt with him anymore."

"Oh, I didn't know you two were a thing."

"I know, that's why I'm not mad, but now you know and I hope you will behave according to it."

"Sorry, he's just really pretty." I frown. "I mean, congratulations, your boyfriend is very pretty and you are lucky."

"I know I am."

"Okay. I won't try anything."

"Good, because I would have to fire you,"

"Got it." He says tossing on the seat.

"Well, that's probably all. You can tell some people that would also find him ... pretty." I give him a fake smile.

"Right. I will tell them. If there are some people like that. Should I go work now?"

"Of course." I move my hand to the door.

**

Lorence comes to my office later on.

"I want to find his dad." I blur out.

"What? -who? Lars, are you drunk? We were just discussing the project."

"Soren's dad. I need to find him."

"Okay, do I look like an fbi to you?"

"I would pay you more. Do you know how to find out?"

"I ... guess from the birth certificate. His name should be there."

"I don't think they have it."

"Well, the city hall should have the documents." He shrugs.

"Right. Right they should." I smile.

"But you know they will not show it to anyone. You would have to prove it's your family."

"I'll take Atila with me."

"I ... geez." He shakes his head disapproving, "Okay, then why are you telling me?"

"Well, maybe you could go there with him?"

"Me?"

I nod. He sighs. I smile. He shakes his head. I wink at him. He moves his glasses disappointed.

"And I thought you being single was worse than you being in a relationship."

"Excuse you?"

"Nothing, never mind. What choices do I have? Alright, we can try out but no promises. If it's twenty plus years then it might be difficult."

"Hm, right. I'll pay you."

"Yeah, pay my therapist." Lorence scoffs and mumbles something under his nose.

**

"Atila." I tell over the phone, "I have some thing I want you to help me, but I understand if you disagree.

It might be over whelming for you."

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Omg, their dad!