Bradley panted and wheezed for breath, giving it his all with his sprints. Hopefully, he could make it to his job on time. His heart raced as his mind wandered over his perfect attendance record.

It was about to score a big black mark from his tyrant boss. So far, he could avoid the man's intense scolding, bullying, and scrutiny. Due to his perfect attendance, clean work, and achieving his data load targets.

Today would see his low-profile flip upside down. It wasn’t his fault. He woke and caught the usual morning train, but an accident on the tracks had seen to a fifteen-minute delay. He hadn’t the stomach strength to call his boss to tell him that he would be late, fearing the man’s aggressive ranting from the other end of the receiver.

So, he decided to sprint for his life through the train station turnstiles, up flights of stairs leading him into the bustling and heavily crowded streets, which reeked of morning garbage, fresh coffee, hot savory foods, and body odors.

He ignored all the city’s stimuli, completely focused on reaching his desk on time.

His mind was fixated on an evil image of his boss with devil horns. Tearing him down in front of all his peers for being late. So much so that he failed to notice a driver's door swinging open.

He sprinted across a road with his head bowed to his bag. Trying to shove his phone back inside it whilst headed toward the car that was side parked to the curb. Near the start of the footpath beyond.

The interior of the door being opened was pristine with expensive polished leather and a fitted, state of the art, entertainment system.

Bradley slammed right into it. Like running into a closed-door at high speeds. Banging his head hard on the glass, so he fell unconscious into the arms of the car’s handsome driver, who was surprised and angry at the strange man he suddenly found himself holding.

The handsome man's anger abated when he realized Bradley's flushed face and white shirt peeking out from his navy suit..