Hard to Love EP : 1

In Luther's Corporation

Steve Miller (ML's BFF)

You sure?

The city stretched endlessly beyond the glass.A tall and effortlessly striking, stood the CEO — sharp jawline, perfectly styled dark hair, and eyes that held both storms and silence. His custom suit hugged his broad shoulders. He stared out the window for a long moment. He didn’t turn around. He didn’t need to. The weight of the question was enough. Then, slowly, he turned — just slightly — enough for the warm city lights to graze across his sculpted features. For a man who always had the answers, this was rare — a moment of pause, of vulnerability beneath all that perfection and polish.

Rayn Luther (ML)

Behind him, his friend leaned casually against the edge of the desk, watching him. He ,then glanced sideways, just enough to meet his friend’s reflection in the window. There was a flicker of something in his eyes. He exhaled slowly, straightening up from the window.

Rayn Luther (ML)

damn sure *cold tone*

Steve Miller (ML's BFF)

Rayn *softly*

Steve Miller (ML's BFF)

Think about it again

Steve Miller (ML's BFF)

Don't destroy youself bro

Rayn Luther (ML)

I did let it go once but not this time

Few days back

In a remote forest track

Situation : *A car was under attack 🚗💥*

Alexander Luther (ML's Grandpa)

*gun firing* 💥

Alexander Luther (ML's Grandpa)

F*ck this people *groaning*

Alexander Luther (ML's Grandpa)

*injured badly* *his driver and bodyguard lost their life in the attack*

Alexander Luther (ML's Grandpa)

never thought, I'm going to die like this *close his eyes in tiredness*

"Whoosh !"

*Suddenly a car 🚗 came from another side and shield his car *

Alexander Luther (ML's Grandpa)

*opens his eyes slowly *

Alexander Luther (ML's Grandpa)

Wow 😲 Am I dreaming!

*The black car stopped just an inches away*

*The car window slowly slid down , revealing her sharp eyes *

.....

Get in *firmly*

*leaving no room for argument*

Alexander Luther (ML's Grandpa)

*rubbled his temples and furrowed*

Alexander Luther (ML's Grandpa)

I guess I'll go along with it

NEXT DAY

Sunlight spilled across the sleek black desk, where files lay neatly stacked beside a glowing laptop. She sat in the executive chair — poised, composed, and unbothered — a woman in command of it all. Her dark blazer was crisp and her eyes scanning reports with quiet intensity. A silver nameplate on her desk read: “Sana Fernandez — Chief Executive Officer.” Outside her door, the office buzzed with activity, but inside, there was calm — a silence that demanded respect. With one tap on the intercom, she said, “Send them in.” Her voice was firm, yet smooth — the kind that made people listen. She didn’t just sit in the CEO's chair. She owned it. CEO of SSF

Sana Fernandez (FL)

Nancy Kath (FL's PA)

Ma'am, it's me *knocks the door gently* May I come in?

Sana Fernandez (FL)

Yes. Come in