The Day I Kissed An Older Man

It was only then Jeremy sat on the new chair. Failing to get a reply from Corinne, he rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly before
taking out an anonymous letter from his suit pocket.
The anonymous letter was delivered through the crack of the door by a stranger who kept their face hidden. The security guard
immediately alerted Jeremy of the existence of the letter when he found it because it was addressed to him. What was even
more unsettling was there were a few drops of blood on the letter.
Jeremy ripped open the letter and read the printed words.
[I already know what’s most important to you. You work in the light while I work in the dark. Just how long do you think you can
guard against me? This will be your last chance to give me an answer that can satisfy me. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being
ruthless because you’ll surely come to regret it. It’s our hope that you won’t push us to the edge, dearest eldest brother!]
He crumpled up the letter and threw it into the trash can after he finished reading it. He then put his hands behind his head and
leaned against his desk to get some shut-eye.
‘A person becomes vulnerable when they have something to lose. That’s why many people live in fear of losing the people or
things they love the most,’ thought Jeremy.
After a while, he sat back up and called Tommy. “Tommy, how’s the investigation going?”
“We’re still going through the surveillance footage. It’s taking some time as more people came to the company than usual.”
“Look into anyone who’s even remotely suspicious. We must find the culprit before Corinne gives birth.”
“Yes, Mister Jeremy!”
...
Meanwhile, back at the Riveras’ mansion.
Corinne had already seen the comment Jeremy left her, but she chose not to reply to him out of spite.
‘Huh! The nerve of him leaving me a comment like that!’ thought Corinne.
After sunbathing for a while, she went back inside the mansion and asked a servant for a glass of orange juice. She was sitting
on the sofa drinking the orange juice when she heard the sound of footsteps coming down from the stairs.

A few seconds later, Sunny appeared in front of her to show off his look. He had put a copious amount of wax in his hair and
combed it back to look more mature. To complete his look, he wore a suit and a pair of leather shoes.
“What do you think? Do I look mature enough now? No one will say Xante is a cradle-snatcher if I go out with her looking like
this, right?” he asked with a wink, his thumb and index finger under his chin.
With the straw still in her mouth, Corinne looked at him and calmly said, “You look like a secret agent.”
Not every man could pull off a combed-back hairstyle. As a matter of fact, Sunny looked like a toddler wearing his father’s
clothes.
‘He can pretend to be mature all he wants, but he’ll never fool anyone,’ mused Corinne.
The only man Corinne knew who could pull off the look was Jeremy. He would always sport a combed-back hairstyle at work as
it made him look mature and authoritative.
However, he would favor another look while he was at home. After showering, he would let his hair hang down naturally and
when dressed in a simple t-shirt and shorts, he looked to be, at most, in his mid-twenties.
Even though he would have liked to dress more casually at work, he knew the board of directors—which mostly consisted of old
men—and the customers would not respect him or would question his capability if he did not look the part of a CEO. Thus, he
had no choice but to make himself look older than he really was.