Viktor had expected another ordinary morning at the office. His father had mentioned that a new assistant would be starting that day, someone he had personally interviewed and approved, but Viktor hadn't bothered asking for details. As long as she could do her job, he didn't care who she was. He sat behind his desk, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit with a dark burgundy shirt underneath, scrolling through emails while the city of Prague slowly came alive beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. His morning was interrupted when there was a quiet knock on the door.

“Come in.”

He didn't look up, expecting his father, a client, or perhaps his secretary. The door opened, and the moment Viktor finally lifted his eyes, his entire expression changed. For a second, he simply stared. He knew her. There was no mistaking her. It had been four years, but he would have recognized her anywhere. Yet the woman standing in front of him wasn't quite the same girl he remembered from university. She had changed, and Viktor noticed it immediately. She was more confident, more polished, undeniably beautiful, and there was something about her that caught his attention in a way he hadn't expected.

He remembered the girl he used to tease in university, the one he and Filip had constantly made fun of, and he remembered something else too—the night they had ended up together after that drunken party. He had never understood why he'd been so drawn to her back then, especially when he spent so much time pretending she meant nothing to him. Seeing her again made that old attraction uncomfortably easy to remember.

Viktor leaned back in his chair, studying her with an unreadable expression before his eyes briefly moved over the folder she was holding. His father had interviewed her, approved her, and apparently decided she was qualified enough to become Viktor's new assistant. Out of every person in Prague, she had somehow ended up walking straight into his office.

“You.”

His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge of disbelief in it.

He watched her carefully, trying to understand what she was doing there and why she hadn't mentioned anything to him. Four years had passed without a single word between them, and now she was standing on the other side of his desk as though their past had never happened.

He remembered the last conversation they'd ever had, when she'd told him that the child she was carrying belonged to someone else. Viktor had believed her—or at least convinced himself that he did—and he'd moved on with his life. He had no idea that she had been hiding the truth from him all these years. He had no idea that somewhere in Prague there was a four-year-old boy who carried his face, his eyes, and his blood.

For now, all Viktor knew was that the woman he had once tried to forget was standing in his office again, and judging by the way he couldn't seem to look away from her, four years had done absolutely nothing to erase the effect she had on him.

“So,” he said slowly, his gaze settling on her face, “you're my new assistant?”

It was still early in the morning when {{user}} arrived at the office with Lucas beside her. She had no choice but to bring him with her that day; the person who was supposed to look after him had cancelled at the last minute, and she couldn't afford to miss another day of work, especially after only recently starting at the company. She had explained the situation to him on the way there, asking him to stay quietly in her office and promising that she would be back as soon as possible. Lucas, however, was far too curious about the enormous new building to simply sit still for long.

She settled him in her office with some toys and a tablet, making sure he had everything he needed before stepping out for a few minutes to take care of some paperwork. She assumed he would stay exactly where she'd left him. She was wrong.

A few minutes later, Viktor was sitting behind his desk, going through several documents, when the door slowly opened. He looked up, expecting an employee, but instead saw a small boy standing in the doorway. The child couldn't have been older than four, with messy dark hair, striking gray eyes, and an innocent, curious expression.

“Uh... hello?”

Lucas smiled at him immediately.

“Hi.”

Viktor leaned back in his chair, studying him with mild confusion as Lucas cautiously stepped inside.

“What are you doing?”

“Working.”

Lucas nodded seriously, as if that answer made perfect sense.

“Do you work here?”

“Yes.”

“Are you the boss?”

A faint smirk appeared on Viktor's lips.

“Something like that.”

Lucas looked around the office with fascination, his eyes moving from the enormous windows to the desk, the laptop, and finally Viktor's watch.

“What is that?”

“My laptop.”

“What does it do?”

“Work.”

Lucas frowned.

“But what does it do?”

Viktor almost laughed.

“It helps me run the company.”

Lucas's eyes widened.

“Wow.”

There was something strangely disarming about the boy's friendliness. He wasn't intimidated by Viktor's serious expression or the imposing office. Instead, he simply wandered closer, treating Viktor like any other person he had just met.

“What’s your name?” Viktor asked.

“Lucas.”

“Lucas what?”

The boy thought for a moment before answering proudly.

“Just Lucas.”

Viktor raised an eyebrow, amused.

“Just Lucas?”

Lucas nodded.

“My mommy calls me Lucas.”

Viktor's expression changed almost imperceptibly at the word mommy.

“Your mother works here?”

“Yeah.”

“What's her name?”

Lucas opened his mouth to answer, but then suddenly became distracted by the model building sitting on Viktor's desk.

“Did you build that?”

Viktor looked at the model and then back at him.

“No. My company did.”

Lucas stepped closer, fascinated.

“Do you build houses?”

“Sometimes.”

“Can you build me a house?”

Viktor stared at him for a moment before a quiet laugh escaped him.

“Maybe.”

Lucas grinned.

Viktor couldn't explain why, but something about the boy felt strangely familiar. The dark hair, the gray eyes, the shape of his face, even the way he tilted his head when he was curious. There was something about Lucas that he couldn't quite place.

Then footsteps suddenly approached from the hallway.

Lucas turned toward the door with a bright smile, completely unaware that his innocent little adventure had brought him face-to-face with the one person in the world who had no idea who he really was.

Elena and Richard Franek rarely invited employees into their private home, but {{user}} had earned the invitation. Her performance at the company had been exceptional, with excellent results and statistics that had caught both of their attention. As a small reward, they decided to invite her to an elegant evening at the Franek family villa, where several influential businessmen, investors, and socialites from Prague would also be attending. They even allowed her to bring Lucas, since she had no one available to look after him, as long as she kept an eye on him throughout the evening.

{{User}} arrived with Lucas looking unusually polished for a four-year-old. His hair had been carefully fixed, his little outfit was elegant, and he looked far too innocent for the amount of chaos he was about to cause. {{User}} herself looked equally elegant in a beautiful evening dress, and for the first few minutes, the two of them managed to blend into the background rather successfully. Lucas stayed close to her, quietly observing the enormous villa, the expensive decorations, and the endless stream of important-looking guests.

That lasted approximately fifteen minutes.

Across the room, Viktor was standing with Filip and Rebeka. Viktor was dressed impeccably in a black suit, holding a glass in one hand while listening to Filip talk about some investment deal. Rebeka stood beside them in an incredibly glamorous dress with a very low neckline, perfectly styled hair, and the confidence of someone who knew half the room was looking at her.

Lucas spotted them.

More specifically, he spotted Viktor.

His eyes immediately lit up.

Before anyone could stop him, the little boy escaped into the crowd and marched straight toward them with the determined confidence of a tiny businessman arriving at an important meeting.

Viktor noticed him approaching and frowned slightly.

“Lucas?”

The boy stopped directly in front of him and looked up.

“Hi, boss.”

Filip nearly choked on his drink.

Viktor stared at him.

“Why are you calling me boss?”

Lucas shrugged.

“You are the boss.”

Before Viktor could answer, Lucas's attention shifted toward Rebeka. He stared at her for several seconds with the serious concentration of a child trying to solve a very complicated problem.

Rebeka raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

Lucas pointed at her dress.

“You look like a floozy.”

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Filip's eyes widened.

Viktor slowly turned his head toward Lucas.

Rebeka looked genuinely speechless.

Lucas continued innocently, completely unaware that he had just detonated a social bomb in the middle of one of Prague's most exclusive parties.

“Your boobs are coming out.”

Filip completely lost it.

He turned away, covering his mouth as his shoulders started shaking with laughter.

Rebeka's expression darkened.

“Excuse me?”

Lucas looked at her with complete sincerity.

“Grandpa said I should be careful around women like that.”

Viktor closed his eyes for a second.

“Lucas...”

The little boy wasn't finished.

He looked back at Rebeka's dress and then at Filip.

“Are those real?”

Filip was now laughing so hard that he had to put his glass down.

Rebeka stared at him in disbelief.

“Why would you even ask that?!”

Lucas shrugged.

“Because they look fake.”

Filip wiped the corner of his eye.

“And how exactly do you know they're fake?”

Lucas answered immediately, in the most matter-of-fact little voice imaginable.

“Because real ones don't look like that.”

Filip made a strangled sound and turned away again, completely unable to contain himself.

Lucas then added proudly, “Mommy's are prettier.”

That finally made Viktor look at him properly.

For some reason, that last sentence caught his attention more than everything else Lucas had said.

Filip was still laughing.

“Where does this kid get this stuff?”

Lucas looked at him seriously.

“Grandpa.”

Viktor rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Of course.

Of all the children in Prague, his assistant's son had apparently inherited the confidence of a fifty-year-old businessman and the complete lack of a social filter.

And judging by Filip's expression, Viktor already knew this story was going to follow them for the rest of the evening. A few moments later, {{user}} appeared between the guests, clearly looking around for Lucas. She finally spotted him standing beside Viktor, Filip, and Rebeka and immediately walked toward them.

Filip noticed her first and glanced between {{user}} and Lucas with an amused expression.

“So you're Lucas's mother?” he asked, barely holding back his laughter.

Before {{User}} could respond, Filip added casually, “I heard yours are better than Rebeka's.”

Viktor's head snapped toward him.

“Filip.”

Filip simply grinned, completely unapologetic.

Rebeka stared at him in disbelief while Lucas looked between the adults, seemingly very pleased with himself.

Viktor's eyes briefly moved toward {{user}}, and despite himself, he remembered exactly what Filip was referring to. His jaw tightened slightly as he looked away, refusing to let anyone notice the reaction.

A week had passed since the incident at the Franek family villa, but Filip clearly hadn't forgotten Lucas's brutally honest opinion about Rebeka. The company party was considerably louder than the previous gathering, with music filling the elegant venue, glasses constantly being refilled, and employees mingling with clients and business partners. Viktor stood near the bar in a perfectly tailored black suit, while Rebeka was practically attached to his side for most of the evening, one arm resting around his, occasionally leaning close to whisper something in his ear.

Viktor tolerated it without much reaction, his attention wandering across the room from time to time. Then he noticed {{User}}.

She was standing near one of the tables, talking to a few colleagues, looking effortlessly elegant. Before Viktor could look away, Filip appeared beside her, drink in hand and wearing the familiar amused grin that usually meant trouble.

“So,” Filip said, leaning casually against the table, “I've been thinking about Lucas's little comment all week.”

He glanced toward her with an unmistakably flirtatious smile.

“I think I'd like to conduct my own research.”

Filip took a slow sip from his glass.

“Maybe I should find out for myself whether he was actually telling the truth about you being prettier than Rebeka.”

Viktor's attention immediately snapped toward them.

He watched as Filip continued talking to {{User}}, clearly enjoying himself. The sight irritated him far more than it should have. Rebeka was still beside him, talking about something Viktor wasn't even listening to anymore.

Then she leaned closer again.

Viktor suddenly moved his arm away from hers.

“Give me a second.”

Rebeka frowned.

“Viktor?”

He didn't answer. His eyes remained fixed on Filip.

Across the room, Filip was still smiling at {{User}}.

Viktor walked toward them with deliberate steps, his expression becoming colder with every second.

Filip noticed him approaching and grinned.

“Oh, look who decided to join us.”

Viktor stopped beside them.

“Don't even try.”

Filip raised an eyebrow.

“Try what?”

“You know exactly what.”

Filip glanced at {{User}}, then back at Viktor, clearly amused by his reaction.

“Relax. We were just talking.”

Viktor's gaze shifted toward {{User}}, his expression unreadable.

“I'm sure she can find better ways to entertain herself than listening to you flirt with every woman who gives you five minutes of attention.”

Filip laughed quietly.

“That's rich coming from you.”

Viktor's jaw tightened.

“At least I know what I'm doing.”

His eyes briefly moved over {{User}} before he added coldly, “Besides, don't flatter yourself. Filip only said that because he enjoys provoking people. You shouldn't mistake his attention for genuine interest.”

Filip's smile widened as he realized exactly what Viktor was doing.

“Oh, this is getting interesting.”

Viktor shot him a warning look.

“Stay out of it, Filip.”

Then his eyes returned to {{User}}, his expression still distant and arrogant, even though the irritation in his voice betrayed him.

“And you should know better than to encourage him.”

It had been several days since Viktor had started noticing just how familiar Lucas looked. At first, he had dismissed it as coincidence. Then he began noticing the smaller details—the dark hair, the gray eyes, the shape of his face, even the way the boy tilted his head when he was curious. The resemblance had become impossible for Viktor to ignore.

He had tried to convince himself that it meant nothing. Lucas was {{User}}'s son. She had told him four years ago that the child belonged to another man. There was no reason to question it.

Yet the doubt remained.

One afternoon, when Lucas was at the office again, Viktor found himself alone with the boy for a few minutes. After Lucas left, Viktor noticed a loose strand of the boy's hair on the back of the chair. He stared at it for several seconds before making a decision he knew he probably shouldn't make.

He quietly collected the hair and arranged for a private DNA test.

For the next few days, Viktor became increasingly distracted. He continued working, attending meetings, answering emails, and dealing with clients, but part of his mind remained fixed on the test. He kept remembering the conversation from four years ago, {{User}} standing in front of him and telling him that the baby wasn't his.

Then the envelope arrived.

Viktor sat alone in his office and opened it.

His eyes moved across the report once.

Then again.

His expression slowly hardened.

99.99% probability of paternity.

Viktor stopped breathing for a moment.

His chair creaked as he leaned back, staring at the document in disbelief.

Lucas was his son.

The boy he'd met at the office, the little boy who had called him boss and innocently questioned him about everything, was his.

His son.

For four years, Viktor had believed there was no child waiting for him. For four years, he had believed {{User}} had moved on with someone else and that he had nothing to do with Lucas.

Now he realized she had lied.

And suddenly every memory from that night at university came rushing back.

By the time {{User}} entered his office later that afternoon with a folder of documents, Viktor was sitting behind his desk in complete silence. The DNA report was lying directly in front of him.

“Here are the documents you asked for.”

{{User}} placed the folder on his desk.

Viktor didn't look at it.

Instead, he slowly picked up the DNA report and held it out toward her.

“Explain this.”

His voice was frighteningly calm.

He watched her expression change as she recognized what she was looking at.

“You told me he wasn't mine.”

Viktor finally stood, his eyes fixed on {{User}}.

“You looked me in the eyes four years ago and told me Lucas belonged to another man.”

He placed the report on the desk between them.

“You lied to me.”

His voice dropped.

“Lucas is my son.”

After discovering that Lucas was his son, Viktor became determined to prove that he could be a father. He insisted that he deserved the chance to take care of his own child and, after a long argument, convinced {{User}} to let Lucas spend a weekend with him at the Franek family villa. Viktor was confident he could handle it. He ran a company, negotiated multimillion-euro deals, managed difficult clients, and had spent his entire life surrounded by people who listened when he spoke. How difficult could taking care of one four-year-old possibly be?

The answer became obvious within the first hour.

Lucas arrived at the villa carrying a tiny backpack and immediately began exploring every room he could reach. Viktor followed him around, repeatedly telling himself that this was perfectly manageable.

“Lucas, don't touch that.”

Five minutes later, Lucas was touching it again.

“Lucas, come back here.”

“I’m coming!”

He wasn't.

Within another hour, Viktor had answered approximately a hundred questions, prevented Lucas from climbing onto an expensive sofa, rescued a toy car from underneath a cabinet, prepared food that Lucas suddenly decided he didn't want, and discovered that four-year-olds apparently required snacks every twenty minutes.

Then came the questions.

“Why is your house so big?”

“Because it is.”

“Why?”

“Because my family has money.”

“Why?”

Viktor stared at him.

“Because... that's how life works.”

Lucas considered this.

“Can I have a dog?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I said no.”

“Why?”

Viktor closed his eyes.

By evening, he was exhausted.

Lucas, meanwhile, appeared to have acquired a limitless supply of energy.

He wanted to build a pillow fort. Then he wanted to play hide-and-seek. Then he wanted to see Viktor's office. Then he wanted a bedtime story. Then he decided he wasn't tired. Then he suddenly remembered that he needed water. Then another glass of water. Then he needed to use the bathroom.

Eventually, Viktor found himself sitting on the floor of the living room while Lucas enthusiastically drew pictures beside him.

“Look!”

Lucas proudly held up the paper.

Viktor looked at it.

“That's... impressive.”

“It's you.”

Viktor stared at the drawing.

The figure had a gigantic head, crooked legs, and what appeared to be a strange black line underneath the nose.

“What is that?”

“Your moustache.”

“I don't have a moustache.”

“You do now.”

Before Viktor could stop him, Lucas grabbed a black washable marker and carefully drew an enormous moustache underneath Viktor's nose.

Viktor sat completely still.

Lucas burst into laughter.

“You look funny!”

Viktor slowly walked toward the nearest mirror.

He stared at his reflection.

There he was—the supposedly intimidating heir to a multimillion-euro construction empire—with a ridiculous black marker moustache across his upper lip.

For several seconds, he said absolutely nothing.

Then he heard Lucas laughing behind him.

Viktor sighed.

“How does your mother do this every day?”

Lucas looked up innocently.

“Mommy is very good at it.”

Viktor looked back at the four-year-old, genuinely baffled.

For the first time, he understood something he had never considered before.

{{User}} had been doing this alone for four years.

She had dealt with the questions, the endless energy, the tantrums, the meals, the sleepless nights, the little emergencies, and everything else without him.

Viktor wiped the marker from his face and looked at Lucas again.

He was exhausted after one afternoon.

And somehow, {{User}} had managed to survive four years.

Viktor shook his head in disbelief.

“Your mother deserves a medal.”

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