I invite Atila to my house. I wanted to be in public at first, but then I realized it would be better to discuss private matters ...privately.

I didn't tell Soren I will meet with him, because I see his face again. Manipulating me and making me stop.

But I'm sure Atila told him anyway. Which is okay, maybe he has some secret ways of making his brother listen which I need.

He said he will take the bus to my house and I didn't question it. Carlo calls me that someone is at the front gate and I tell him to let him inside.

I wait for Atila by the front door. I know I met him in the shop but I barely looked at him.

Now when I see him, he looks like Soren, but definitely taller and more muscular. Also his eyes aren't just blue, they have some green in it and his hair is a bit shorter.

"Hello, we haven't officially met. I'm Atila." He gives me his hand.

I'm a bit taken back about how polite and not scared he is. I shake it a bit awkwardly.

"Lars Bonnet, come in, please." Definitely not like Soren. Soren is so shy.

"Your place is so huge. Brother wasn't lying. You live in a mansion. But isn't it a bit too much for one person?

I would be scared to live alone? Why not by a dog or something at least."

I smile. "I'm hoping my future family will move in here one days and ... I don't have time to raise a dog. I'm working too much."

"Classic excuses of rich people." He takes of his shoes.

"Right." I nod, "so we need to discuss some things."

"Really? I thought you are just hitting on me to make my brother jealous?" he looks at me and I can't tell if it's a sarcasm or not.

"I would never do that and Soren is ...complicated. I barely know what he feels with me.

Which is not important. I still want to help you."

"Help us?" he says confused, "what do you mean?"

I walk him to my kitchen and point to the chairs.

"Well, he finally mentioned about ... your mother and how you are living now."

"Oh, this." He waves his hand, "Yeah, it's really tough. I don't even remember the last time I saw him smile or actually go out.

He's just working and working."

I clench my fist under the table. "Exactly. I want to make it easier for him. For YOU. Both of you of course."

"Even for me." He smiles, "okay. I'm all ears."

"Yes. I need to you to help me a bit. Soren just doesn't want to hear anything about help but I'm a millionaire. I have sources. I want to help you."

He eyes me. "Hm, that's interesting, Lars. I'd love to hear more, but tell me. What do you feel for my brother?"

I blink. "what?"

"Do you like him? Or do you just really feel the need to help a stranger." He puts his chin on his fingers.

"I ... it's not just about me."

"Yeah, but you know. Do you?" he raises a brow.

"I do like him." I nod.

"Good, I like that you like him and I think we should work together. Soren is just," he rolls his eyes, "he thinks he can't have a bit of fun in his life now that mom died and he's technically my parent, but I'm also an adult.

I'm eighteen and after I graduate. I will help him with everything." He sighs, "we need to do something." He leans over the table.

"I agree."

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brother in law x younger brother power 😩😌