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The Hunger of SurvivalDaniel woke before dawn, his apartment heavy with silence. The glow of the streetlamp spilled through the blinds, painting the lines across his face. He lay still for a long time, staring at the ceiling, listening to the dull hum of the city that never slept.He hadn’t eaten dinner last night. The bread on the counter had gone stale, and he’d convinced himself he wasn’t hungry. But now, as his stomach twisted with pangs, there was no denying it. A man must eat, he thought bitterly. And if he didn’t work, there would be no food.That was the rule of his life—etched into his bones since the day his father died, carved deeper when his mother left him behind.Work or starve. Work or vanish. Work, no matter the cost.And yet, Richard Tech. had become unbearable.The problem wasn’t the work itself. Daniel had no complaints about paperwork, schedules, or the rhythm of routine. What gnawed at him was Ethan Richard’s presence— commanding and magnetic.The man’s eyes ling
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The Curse of AdmirationAt first, Daniel thought he was imagining it. Señor Vargas had always carried himself with a certain intensity—his words deliberate. But after Daniel began working full-time at the Vargas Imperial Hotel, something in the man’s manner shifted.It began subtly. A hand lingering too long on Daniel’s shoulder when offering advice. A smile that carried warmth beyond mentorship. Invitations to “private dinners” that were framed as lessons in hospitality but felt charged with something unspoken.Daniel tried to dismiss it. Perhaps he was overthinking. Perhaps Vargas was simply a man of eccentric habits.But one evening, as Daniel closed the reception desk, Vargas approached. The lobby was empty, the chandeliers dimmed, the silence thick.“You’ve done well, Daniel,” Vargas said. “You’ve become indispensable to this place.”“Thank you, sir,” Daniel replied carefully, keeping his eyes on the ledger.Vargas stepped closer. Too close. His cane tapped against the wall, then
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Graduation day should have been a celebration. Daniel Reyes stood among his classmates in a pressed shirt that still smelled starch, clutching his certificate with steady hands. The applause thundered across the schoolyard, hats tossed in the air, laughter breaking like waves. But for Daniel, the joy felt quieter, more fragile—like a candle flame fighting against the wind.He had made it. Against the odds, against hunger and loneliness, against the weight of despair that had once pressed so heavily on him, he had crossed this milestone. And yet he knew: this wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning.At the edge of the yard stood Señor Armando Vargas, dressed in a suit, leaning on his cane. He did not clap. He did not cheer. He only watched, his gaze unreadable. But when Daniel met his eyes, the man gave the smallest nod of approval—a gesture that carried more weight than applause.That nod meant everything.Because without Vargas, Daniel would not have been here. The hotel owner had
CEO Craving for His Assistant Chapter 22
The Hotel YearsFrom the moment Daniel could read, he devoured knowledge like a starving child devours bread. Numbers came to him as easily as breathing. Words bent beneath his pen with clarity. Teachers whispered that he was destined for greatness, that one day he might even rise beyond the limits of his neighborhood, beyond the poverty etched into his family’s name.And for a time, Daniel believed them. He studied with a kind of hunger that outmatched even the pangs in his stomach. In his notebooks, he mapped dreams bigger than the walls of his classroom.But dreams, like fragile glass, shatter easily when dropped on the hard floor of reality.After his parent’s death and despair, Daniel had clung to school like a raft in the flood. It was the only place that still gave him direction, the only arena where he could shine despite the chaos of his personal life.By then, tuition bills had begun to arrive. His father’s small wages had never left savings, and the meager assistance from n
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The Boy Who HustledThe street still smelled of candle wax from Manuel Reyes’ wake when another silence settled over the Reyes home. But this silence was different. It was not the stillness of mourning, heavy with prayers and neighbors’ footsteps. It was the hollow kind—empty, and absolute.I remembered when Mrs Gloria no longer sang in the mornings. She no longer whispered to Daniel, Rise, hijo, you mustn’t be late for school. She no longer placed bowls of thin porridge on the table, nor pressed her lips to his forehead before bed.After Manuel’s burial, I recalled how Mrs Gloria seemed to unravel, thread by thread.At first, she wept quietly. Daniel would wake at night to hear her voice breaking in the dark, whispering to her husband as though he could hear: Why did you leave me? How do I raise him alone?Then the prayers grew louder, desperate, angry. She clutched her rosary like a lifeline, bruising her hands with the beads.Neighbors tried to help. They brought food, offered odd
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A Good Man’s FarewellWhen Manuel Reyes died, the world beyond his construction site hardly noticed. The company marked nothing, filed no report, and sent no condolences. To them, he was only a laborer, one of dozens who could be replaced the next morning.But on the street where the Reyes family lived, the news struck like thunder.Daniel remembered the wailing. It rolled through the neighborhood like a tide—women clutching rosaries, old men lowering their heads, children clinging to their mothers’ skirts. It wasn’t just pity, though there was plenty of that. It was grief and communal.Because Manuel had been more than a worker. He had been the heart of their street.Neighbors remembered how he rose before dawn, walking past every house with his lunch tin, nodding to anyone awake. He was poor, yes, but he never let bitterness poison him. He greeted everyone—whether wealthy stranger or barefoot child—with the same sweet smile.He never cheated, never stole. In a city where hunger ofte
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