5

Tristan gritted his teeth as he sat on his chair in his office. His coat was placed on the chair as Tristan narrowed his eyes at the white wall of his office.

Sunlight filtered into the office from the glass wall. Just like his apartment his office was sophisticated too. White , gray and black played in the office. His office room was big with a plush white sofa along with black tea table. Nothing too much, nothing too less.

Tristan was hurt. He was hurt because of what Florence had said. How dare she!

Did she mean it when she said that she would have loved to marry Edwin instead of him?

Did she even know who Tristan Black was? He was one of the richest young businessmen . He was also on the list of top 10 most handsome rich bachelors. Girls are dying to be married to him.

After their argument yesterday, Florence had locked herself up in her room and frankly speaking, Tristan didn't care much. He still believed that she had to do something about the disappearance of Edwin.

Tristan huffed as he leaned back on the chair , closing his eyes just for a second before the door of the office flung open.

" What are you doing here?" Tristan asked, without opening his eyes. He could easily tell by the sound of the door being open and by footsteps that it was his best friend.

" I could ask the same for you, Black." Hans said as he sat on the chair in front of Tristan. Tristan finally opened his eyes and looked at his best friend.

His friend had just dyed his hair blonde which made him stand out a lot. The blonde hair color didn't suit his job though. Hans owned a company of his own.

" Are you going through your rebellious phase?" Tristan asked , still eyeing his blonde hair. His voice was laced with boredom.

" I could ask the same for you, Tristy." Hans said , his voice over sweet just to annoy Tristan even more.

" Stop calling me that!" Tristan whispered to Hans who just blinked at him innocently. He wanted to say something more but he heard a knock . " Come in."

It was Joseph, Tristan's secretary. He walked stiffly towards them and ignored that Hans was smiling brightly at him. Joseph was good with his work but he never meddled with anyone, especially not with Hans. He was stoic and always on the point. Despite working for Tristan for five years, Tristan didn’t know anything about his personal life.

" What would you like to have ,Mr. Hans?" He asked as he stood beside their table, his hands folded in front of him. Hans looked at him from top to bottom before smiling even brightly.

" A glass of wine would be fine." Hans said and watched how Joseph openly frowned at him.

" It's ten in the morning, sir." Joseph added.

" I know. "Hans said as he raised his hand and tapped his wrist watch with his forefinger. " I do have a watch, you see." He added, a smile never leaving his face. Joseph nodded and turned to look at Tristan.

" A cup of coffee , please. " Tristan said and Hans scoffed.

"Very well, sir." Joseph said as he bowed a little before walking out of the office. Hans followed his moves, craning his neck until Joseph was out of the office.

" So where were we?" Hans asked as he finally turned to look at Tristan who was eyeing him crucially.

" You are checking out my secretary." Tristan provided and Hans laughed, his blonde hair falling over his eyes. He didn't look like someone who would manage an entire company.

"No, before that. Yes! We were on you." Hans said as he leaned forward, his eyes narrowed at his best friend. " What are you doing here?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed . His persona was totally different from what it was a few seconds ago. Tristan frowned at and leaned back on his chair.

" What? This is my office and I have to work ." Tristan said . Hans huffed , throwing his hands up in frustration and leaned back on the chair.

" I knew that you were an idiot but to this extreme?" Hans sighed dramatically and Tristan's frown deepened.

" What are you trying to say?" Tristan asked, his voice showed how frustrated he was with his best friend.

Hans rolled his eyes as he once again leaned forward and looked at Tristan with intense gaze.

" You just got married and instead of spending time with your wife you are wasting time working here!" Hans accused and this time Tristan looked at him with disbelief.

" What? " Tristan huffed, voice raised as he frowned at Hans. " Spent time with her? Are you serious?" He asked , confused about what his best friend said .

" Of course. Do I look like I am joking?" Hans asked with one brow raised. He was confused too as to why Tristan was reacting to that.

" And you call me stupid!" Tristan scoffed as Joseph walked in the office with their coffee and wine. Tristan ignored the way Hans once again openly checked Joseph from top to bottom. His secretary remained unfazed as he walked back out of the office after placing their drinks on the table. " I would like to forget that I even have a wife to be honest." He said once they were alone again.

Hans furrowed his brows at him. Now it was his turn to be confused.

" What do you mean? You just got married!"

" I know. Stop reminding me that." Tristan murmured as he took a sip of his coffee. Joseph knew exactly how Tristan liked his coffee, Tristan hummed to himself. " This marriage was a last minute decision and you know it. I don't even want to remember anything about it."

"If this is so difficult for you then why did you agree to this marriage? You should have just Said that you didn't want to get married to her." Hans said as he took a sip of his wine .

Tristan sighed as he closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair.

" I wish I did." Tristan huffed. " But at that time dad asked me to save our name. Media was already waiting along with guests. We can't really say that the groom had gone missing. It would only end up with our name mixing with dirt." Trustan explained even though Hans was with him when everything happened.

Hans slowly nodded his head and placed his glass on the table.

" Any news on Edwin?" Hans asked and watched how Tristan's shoulder tensed at the mention of his baby brother.

Edwin always had a soft spot in Tristan's otherwise cold heart. Whatever Edwin wanted Tristan would immediately give it to him ever since they were little kids. Edwin was five years younger than him and so Tristan treated him like a child. Tristan's friends would often be shocked by the soft side that Tristan had for Edwin. Losing him felt like a death to him.

" There is no news of Edwin." Was all Tristan said as he fixed his gaze on the screen of the laptop, probably checking mails from detectives he had hired to search for Edwin.