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Hope you stay loyal to me.

Your Moki



Chapter 3

Once at his desk, the young man leaned back in his executive chair and looked at the screen of his notebook. He wasn't very absorbed in his work, nor was it appropriate, because he still had the phone between his ear and shoulder. He's been on the phone with a customer for probably more than half an hour. At this point in time, it had not yet been decided who would emerge victorious. It was right for Seto to take the lead, but he couldn't go megalomaniac, he now had to keep the ball flat.When negotiating such sums of money it was always advisable not to reach for the stars too far. Nevertheless, it was fortunate for the company that a range of products should be exported to Europe. However, the bitter aftertaste was the must on a trip to these countries to introduce the technology. As a result, Mokuba had to stay alone. Definitely for more than a week. It couldn't be reconciled with his conscience, it just didn't work. It would be even less possible to take the little ones with you.I hate these stalemates!, he shouted inwardly, but seemed very calm and serene, allowed himself to be persuaded to three appointments. What did he have left? You had to compromise if you wanted to move forward.
He moved the phone to the appropriate station with a quick movement, then looked at the clock on the computer in front of him. It was not long before school was over for his little brother. He only had four hours that day and would be on his way home later.And again he wouldn't be home to cook him something to eat. He was grateful for the nanny, but on the other hand he cursed her for standing between the brothers' bond. His fist fell on the table with a crash, then he rose. His steps led him to the glass wall behind his chair. He could see the entire street. The sun shone brightly that day, downright merciless.
Shaking his head, he turned away and took off his school uniform. He'd always hated her, but didn't want to turn it over. In his purple coat, green shirt and black pants, he sat down again and looked at the computer screen. A sigh slipped from his throat, then he started a program. At the same time, by pressing a button on the phone, he instructed his secretary to kindly bring him a cup of coffee. It was more than time for it, because his nerves were badly damaged, and it was still early in the day.Seto did not notice how the next few hours sped by him. He hadn't even deviated his gaze from the monitor, drew a little sketch with one hand on white paper, but even then didn't think it necessary to look at it. He trusted that everything could go that way.
Suddenly he was torn from his thoughts and work when the phone caused another interruption. It wasn't a customer, it was a call from this house, you could tell by the bell. But just as the man on the other end was about to say something, the door to the young man's office flew open in a high arc. With this behavior it was not difficult to find out who was going to visit him. The receiver sank back to its previous place, Seto got up and went to meet his brother, who jumped at him again.
"Big brother!", Then Mokuba pressed his head to the chest of the said.
For a moment Seto closed his eyes and again exercised control.How many times had he told Mokuba that he had no business in his office? That he should be home to do his homework. This wouldn't be the place for a boy his age. He just didn't like having Mokuba with him when he was working. But Seto was even less able to kick him out. He was far too attached to the little one for that.
"Hello Mokuba", and with that he put it down again and stroked his hair. "What are you doing here? You should be home, my little one"
"I ... well ... big brother ... you know ..." he stammered to himself, seemed to want to write something on the carpet with his foot. Mokuba didn't want to look up for fear that Seto would be angry with him. He knew very well himself that he didn't belong in this place. But he still belonged by his brother's side. He had to take care of Seto, otherwise he would just overwork himself. Another didn't, so it was his job."Oh Mokuba ...", the young man just sighed and crouched in front of the little one, looking into his face. "I know that you don't like to be home alone ... but I just can't. Nothing works. And you know that too," he tried in a friendly way. But it didn't help, because again the little one just shook his head.The same circus every time, Seto thought. However, when he was confronted with the faithful dog eye of his brother, he could no longer speak against it. He was simply helpless when Mokuba used this weapon. "Then sit down on the couch, but be quiet, yes? You can do your homework," he said, literally defeated.
The overjoyed grin that graced the younger man's lips soon threatened to end in a circle. He was easy to please, at least in that way. At this sight he had already known that it would not be so easy for Seto."I would rather paint!"
"[i]Willdoesn't exist, Mokuba. They say: I want to," he corrected the little one and then stood up. As soon as his brother had made himself comfortable on the sofa, Seto hadn't even been able to go to his desk at all. To be on the safe side, there were felt-tip pens and white sheets of paper for mokuba. After all, it was not the first time that the company manager had to bow to this decision. It didn't suit him in the slightest, but he was almost powerless, could slap himself in the face or throw himself out of the window. He put all these thoughts aside immediately, brought the things to the kid at the table and buried himself behind his desk.
And as hard as he tried to concentrate, he couldn't. It wasn't even that Mokuba annoyed him by saying something. It was much more his mere presence that kept Seto from working. He felt downright bad about the fact that the little one had to occupy himself alone, even though he was not even ten meters away from him.He didn't want to book it as fate, it was much more that he had to struggle with himself. It would only be this one afternoon that he would give his brother as a present. Just go out into the fresh air once a week without worrying about getting on the helicopter to fly to an appointment.
"I'm about to get into the crisis," he muttered to himself and unceremoniously slammed the notebook shut and looked over it at his little brother. He sat very peacefully at his paper and drew in front of himself.When was the last time I saw him like this? Two weeks, two months ago? All in all, it was far too long ago that he had time to just do something with him. But at this very moment this fact should change. Seto got up again from his seat and went to his brother, sat down next to him on the sofa. With a calm gaze he observed the hand gesture of the little one, the motif was more than known to him.He had drawn it for him many years ago. There was one change, however, because he had improved. And not just a little.[i]I'm proud of you, my little prince.
Undeterred, Mokuba continued to draw. There weren't that many colors that he needed for this picture. Just two different shades of blue. Only when he made the last line did he look next to him and see Seto.Hadn't he just been sitting at the desk?, the little one asked himself and imperceptibly shook his head. With the best will in the world, he didn't want to send him there anymore, he was so happy that Seto had finally found a place with him. And before you could guess it, the younger boy's head was on the big brother's thighs.
A smile flickered over the lips of the young company manager, he gently stroked his hair. They were very soft. Still, it would be advisable if he would wash them again. And if they both had to get into the bathtub tonight, even that sacrifice he would make.He leaned back in the leather of the sofa with the little one and closed his eyes. Immediately he struggled with tiredness. He hadn't slept two hours the previous night. The nights before hadn't been any better. It all bothered him too much. Every now and then he wished for a little vacation.
"Tell me, Mokuba ...", Seto simply started and didn't wait until he got his brother's undivided attention. He knew he didn't have to worry about it. "I got an offer ... but for that I would have to travel to Europe for a few days-"
"No big brother, you don't!" The little one interrupted him immediately. He didn't want to hear what was next. He knew this game too well. He didn't want to be offered that. The days alone with the nanny and Roland weren't exactly the best in his life, because he was constantly under observation. When Seto was there, at least he was taught what it meant to be self-employed.That you couldn't run away from a problem, however much you resisted it. He had sat up and was now squatting on his brother's lap with his arms crossed over his chest. He drew a pout to match his mood. He didn't want to be alone again. And if he had to force his brother to stay here.
"Now calm down, Moki," Seto just smiled gently and put his arms around his brother's slim body. "Can I finish my speech for once?"
"Just allowed, big brother," Mokuba just continued to pout. It didn't suit him at all. He was just about to wrap Seto around his finger again, to get him to take care of him more and then something like that.That was planned well in advance!, he told himself immediately.
"Well, thank you," he joked on. "Well, I have to go to Europe, as I said. I've already been able to negotiate down to three cities. Madrid, Paris and Stockholm, I'll have to go there.And now to