"The city of rain" is the nickname for the second largest city after Oslo, a city in Hordaland County, Norway. This city, named Bergen, pleases the eyes with the beauty of the sea combined with seven beautiful mountains that make up its main landscape.

Moran Hereklees, a thirty-two-year-old man, has a sturdy posture with a height of one hundred and ninety centimeters. Moran is handsome, with a sharp nose, white skin, dark brown hair, and deep blue eyes typical of Northern Europe.

The Hereklees family is known for their multinational company and rapidly growing transportation industry. The prominent name of Hereklees has long been heard in the industry. Their company is based in Oslo and expands to several other cities. Mrs. Hereklees took advantage of the tourism opportunities in the city of Bergen by developing a company that serves tourist tours.

Amidst the city's density, a luxury car zoomed through the streets. A handsome man sat in the back seat, busy playing with his phone. The adult man never parted from his phone in his leisure time, whether for work or just reading the news. The vehicle pulled over at a high-rise building, where the man worked every day.

"Journey of Deandra" is the name of the company founded by Mrs. Deandra, now under Moran's leadership. A name that may not suit a man like him, Moran is a cold and somewhat mysterious figure. Not many people can get close to him. Moran is known as a busy man who occasionally spends time in pubs or nightclubs.

There are only two people who are always with him, Jasson and Neil. One of them is Moran's confidant. Moran stepped out of his car in a white shirt, black pants, and a matching blazer. The top two buttons of his shirt were left open, revealing his broad chest. His long legs quickly walked towards the lobby, greeted warmly by several employees he met.

Without a word, only the sound of shoes echoing in the long hallway, Moran continued to walk briskly towards his private room. "Good morning, Sir," greeted a female secretary in front of his room. Moran just nodded slightly, without a smile.

"Click." Moran opened the door to his room.

"Is this so urgent that you have to meet me this early?" he asked as he entered.

Jasson was already there, sitting casually in front of his desk. Jasson had a posture almost similar to Moran's, only his skin was slightly darker.

"Calm down, I just couldn't sleep and came early," Jasson replied.

Moran just stared coldly and sat in his place. "You have to get rid of that deadly look or you'll be lonely for the rest of your life," Jasson quipped.

"How about it, have you prepared the tour schedule for the clients from Denmark?" Moran asked, ignoring Jasson's remarks about himself. Moran began to busy himself, his eyes focused on the computer screen in front of him.

"Moran!" Jasson exclaimed.

"Hmmm," Moran glanced briefly and returned to his work.

"I really want to curse you so that you'll be lonely for the rest of your life," Jasson said, handing over a folder containing the list of client names and their tour schedules.

"Have you contacted them to recommend all these places?" Moran asked after seeing the contents of the folder.

"Not yet, don't I need your approval first," Jasson replied.

"I think this is enough," Moran said, confident in Jasson's ability to plan the tour details.

"This will be a pleasant journey for them," Jasson said satisfied.

"Don't forget to ensure that the ship to be used is ready on that day," Moran reminded.

This journey requires a ship to sail through the bay and several islands, taking about a week. Moran has been involved in this business for a long time, attracting tourists from various countries, taking them around the amazing places in Norway. This company has clients from various backgrounds, including artists, politicians, and other famous people.

Jasson chose to work in the room while discussing various things. They have been friends for a long time. Although Moran is the boss, Jasson never feels awkward. Moran also never minds it, even outside the office, there are no more boundaries of politeness from Jasson towards Moran. They look like brothers.

"Are you busy today?" Jasson asked.

"Yes, until eight o'clock in the evening," Moran replied, knowing his friend's intention.

"Alright, at the usual place," Jasson interjected with a sweet smile.

"Finish your business," Moran ordered coldly.

"Ready, Sir," Jasson replied, continuing his work.

Time passed and it was lunchtime. They immediately went out to find a restaurant to fill their stomachs. A typical Norwegian restaurant was their choice. They enjoyed their time, replenishing energy for the next activities.

"That woman looks beautiful," Jasson said, his gaze fixed on someone at a table not far from them.

Moran just glanced without commenting.

"What kind of woman can tempt you?" Jasson asked, seeing Moran's flat response.

“Why do you care so much,” Moran replied with a flat face.

"Mmm, how about a man?" Jasson teased.

"Uhhukkk... uhhhukhh..." Moran stopped his bite and reached for water.

"What's wrong?" Jasson asked suspiciously.

"What's wrong with you, how can you think like that about a married person," Moran said.

"Don't underestimate me, I know what's going on in your marriage. Looks like I have to be careful with you, or you'll chase after me," Jasson teased, laughing.

"You! Stop your dirty thoughts," muttered Moran.

"Haha, don't put on that face, you know it won't scare me," Jasson interjected, ending his teasing.

They relaxed for a moment before returning to the office. After returning to the office, Moran didn't immediately start working. He was staring out the glass wall, reminiscing about the past when he was still a teenager.

Moran Hereklees, born in Oslo thirty-two years ago, the only son of a prominent family. A luxurious life and high social status are the dreams of many people. However, Moran's childhood was full of loneliness, spent only studying and taking language lessons all day. Young Moran rarely rested, often staying alone in a large house, accompanied by servants and drivers. Both of his parents were very busy, only at home for one or two days.

Every time Moran achieved something, his hope to show the results of his efforts had to be shattered by circumstances. There was no "congratulations" for all the certificates or medals he won from his parents. Nevertheless, Moran still respected them, trying to meet the demands of success.

Moran grew up as someone who doesn't easily show emotions. In the eyes of others, he never cried, laughed, or got angry. It wasn't until he was sixteen years old that Moran shed his first tears in front of many people when his mother passed away. Moran just stared blankly at his mother's coffin, not understanding why he was crying. For him, this separation was the same as their daily lives being apart.

After the mourning period, Moran returned to school. Condolences from people were considered unnecessary by him. Less than a year after his mother's death, his father announced plans to marry his secretary. The marriage brought two stepchildren into their home, filling the void Moran had felt all this time.