Draft

The room is dark and cold, the place is most probably a garage or something. Victor is tied to a chair, blood dripping down from his lips and forehead, as he tries to regain consciousness.

Suddenly, footsteps echo through the room, as they approach Victor, he can see a man standing in front of him, his vision is still blurry, so he can't make out who it really is, but whoever it was, he was extremely upset with him.

"Well, well! Look who we have here, the one and only Victor Norson, the CEO of Norson Tech Company. How wonderful it is to have you here with me, Victor"

Victor, clenched his teeth and spat out blood, as he lifted his head up to meet the man's eyes, he knows who it is now, its Riven Lamard, the son of Raymon Lamard, a businessman as well.

"Riven, why the hell have you brought me here? Why did you send your men at my apartment? Do you...want to kill me?"

Riven laughed in an uninteresting manner

"Kill? Oh, no dear Victor, I don't want my hands to get dirty, and killing is too extreme, I just want to do what you did to my father. Embarrass you, in front of everyone"

"Riven, you are a grown up man, do you think it suits you?"

"I can't care less about what suits me and what does not, all i want is you to be ashamed of what you did to my father"

Before Victor could say anything Riven smashed a wine bottle on his head, the bottle broke into pieces. Victor, who was already dizzy now was feeling unconscious.

Riven took a step back to look at Victor's condition, his lips curve into a malicious smirk. Suddenly, someone hit his head with a vase, and he fell to the ground.

It was Victor's father, James Norson, he took Victor and escaped in his car. Riven slowly got himself up and called his men to chase after the father and son.

As Mr Norson drove at full speed, he saw few cars following them, he took a careless turn to get out of their sight and he did succeed but the car was going downhill into a forest. Their car crashed.

Next day, Victor woke up in his bed, his body ached as if he lifted two elephants on his back. Slowly and steadily he got up from bed and went to take a shower and get fresh.

Victor came downstairs after changing into fresh pair of clothes, a pale blue tracksuit. He saw his father and sister sitting in the living room. As soon as his sister Victoria saw him she rushed towards her brother to check.

"BROTHER! Are you okay? Does your body hurt? What happened last night?"

Victor frowned and walked past her, as he sat on the sofa next to his father. Mr Norson settled his cup down and said, actually yelled.

"VICTOR GREGOR NORSON! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO CHANGE? WHO TOLD YOU TO THROW COFFEE ON MR LAMARD'S FACE YOU DIMWIT!?"

Victor scoffed and replied

"What was i supposed to do!? He was the one making Victoria uncomfortable! Would it be okay for me to just watch!?"

Mr Norson could say nothing to that, he knew his son may seem arrogant, short-tempered and selfish but, he did care about his family very much. After his mother left, victoria was his only friend even if he seemed cold to her at times he cared for her deeply.

"I understand my son, anyone would feel angry. But you need to control your anger, there are other ways to deal with situations, rather than just throwing hands"

He took a deep breath and said

"That's it, you are going to the therapist, from next week and if you say no. I'll sell all your cars"

Victor spat out his coffee at the very statement

"What!? What do you mean you will sell my cars!? Do you know how hard it was for me to find them!"

"I know, that's Ihy i am putting them on sacrifice. So, will you go for therapy?"

"Ugh! Fine!"

Victor, took his car key and went outside the house.

"Father, is always lecturing me, as if i am some spoiled rich kid" (he is) "How can he say that about my cars? Does he think they are so cheap? My cars are priceless like me"

Victor reached his apartment to see everything was disheveled, then he remembered, last night Riven's men broke in and did this, he sighed and sat on the couch, he took out his phone to make a call.

"Hey, Arya do you have any renovators in mind? I need to renovate my house"

"Oh, sure! I'll send the best renovator to your house as soon as possible, just send me the address and a duplicate key"

"Thank you, I hope its done by next week"

"No problem! Rest assured Victor"

The call declines.

Meanwhile, Mr Norson was finding a suitable therapist for Victor, he knew his son very well, he will definitely cause some trouble, so he needs a calm and experienced therapist.

"Hmm, Stella, did you find any therapists?"

Stella, his assistant, looked up from her notepad and spoke

"Certainly, sir i found this therapist his name is Dr Norman Hinderlin, he's 28,but he has a record of patients that have recovered through his therapy, there is no patient who left his therapy sessions with no change, i feel he is the most suitable for young master"

"This boy looks quite intelligent, fine, fix an appointment for Victor with Dr Norman"

"As you wish sir"

Stella leaves the office. Mr Norson sent the detailes to Victor to have a look.

Victor received the message from his dad, he saw Norman's photo only. In the photo he saw a young man with, soft hair and rectangular glasses, sharp eyes and a sharp jaw, he thought to himself.

"This is the therapist dad chose? Is he nit younger than me? I don't think, so he can do anything to handle my temper. TCH! Time waste!"

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