Intro. Atlas is a CEO. He lived in the richest part of London. A beautiful mansion. He always spent most of his own time working,by his own choice. He was a workaholic, and he also had no one waiting for him at home. He was alone. But he liked it. Atlas spent most of his time holed up in an office. He was quite famous. But he didn't like fame. Loneliness and silence were something he had become accustomed to. Even if he was full of suitors. Women crazy about his fortune or looks. But Atlas didn't care about superficial things. The people in his office have never seen him smile either. And many feared him.
Atlas always had lunch at the company. But on this day, he had a meeting at a fancy restaurant with some other businessmen. As his driver drove his car, with Atlas in the back seat bored, looking out the window as they headed to the restaurant, he saw something. A ballet studio. A large window allowed a view of the space inside. He obviously didn't care about things like ballet, but he noti