JEREMY NOBODY

Gregory Adams stepped into SiTech, his first visit to the renowned establishment. He had always held an eager curiosity to meet its enigmatic owner, as his foolish son had spoken so highly of the man, praising his genius and warning against underestimating him. As Gregory entered, a sharply dressed figure in a sleek black suit approached him, gesturing silently for him to follow. Together, they entered the elevator, ascending to the top floor in silence. It was only then, when they reached their destination, that the suited man turned to face Gregory, delivering a subtle warning. "He is waiting for you inside. I advise caution with your words." Gregory couldn't help but scoff inwardly. Did this man have any inkling of the individual he was addressing? If anything, caution should be exercised in addressing someone of his own stature. Undeterred, Gregory strode into the office. Inside, a man sat behind the desk, draped in a black suit. His formidable presence exuded an aura that could

Melissa exchanged a knowing smile with Tommy. This marked the fourth time he had deliberately spilled coffee on her, attempting to provoke a reaction. However, Melissa maintained her composure, flashing her customary smile and wordlessly making her way into Sasha Arts Studio. As an artist, Melissa's position at Sasha Arts Studio was delicate. The scales of her professional life hung in a precarious balance. Any misstep or loss of equilibrium could jeopardize the new life she had painstakingly built, something she was determined to protect. Ignoring Tommy's antics as she had done on previous occasions, Melissa gracefully entered the ladies' room to freshen up. Melissa Williams was an ex-convict charged with an accidental murder three years ago. After serving her time, she was now striving to embrace a new life and leave her past behind. Emerging from the restroom, her efforts to remove the coffee stain evident, Melissa caught the sound of someone calling her name. "Melissa." She t

Melissa had everything ready for the party, thanks to the helpful staff members Sasha had hired. It seemed that the woman didn't dislike her as much as she initially thought. Just as Melissa was immersed in her preparations, her phone vibrated in her pocket. She retrieved it and saw Nicky's name on the caller ID. Curious, she answered the call. "Hey Nicky, what's up?" Melissa greeted her friend. "Where are you??" Nicky's voice came urgently from the other end of the line. "I'm at work, as I told you this morning. You know I have to make sure everything is ready before tonight's party." "Yeah, I know that, and that's why I'm calling. Remember, you were supposed to meet me and Sam to pick out a dress for the party," Nicole reminded her, excitement evident in her voice. "Well, just pick one for me. I still have to supervise some things over here." "Alright, but don't blame me if I choose something you don't like," Nicky giggled mischievously. Before Melissa could say anything else,

Lucas, Jeremy's trusted right-hand man, skillfully navigated through the city's bustling streets, he ensured a smooth and efficient journey to the venue of the prestigious Arts Exhibition Party. The grand event was held at an opulent hotel renowned for its luxury and elegance. Upon their arrival, a gathering of excited onlookers had formed outside the hotel. The air was charged with anticipation as influential guests began to enter, accompanied by the flashing cameras of the paparazzi. Jeremy emerged from the car, exuding an aura of confidence and authority. The crowd fell into a hushed silence, captivated by his commanding presence. With poise and grace, Jeremy adjusted his impeccably tailored jacket and made his way toward the entrance, drawing all eyes upon him. Whispers and murmurs spread through the crowd like wildfire. "Is that Jeremy Nobody? Unbelievable, I've only heard of him." "He's the owner of Si Tech! I can't believe he's attending this event." "He's even more handsom

Jeremy's heart skipped a beat the moment Melissa entered the room. She exuded an undeniable radiance, captivating his attention effortlessly. Amidst his troubled thoughts, she served as a beacon of joy, lifting his spirits and filling the air with an aura of enchantment. However, their momentary bliss was shattered by a blood-curdling scream, followed by the sound of shattering glass. Jeremy's gaze shifted abruptly towards the commotion, his curiosity piqued. "Oh no," Steve lamented, reaching for his glass of brandy and taking a sip. "It seems the unfortunate waiter has fallen into the clutches of none other than the city's notorious diva, Diana Woods. "Poor guy." Jeremy was no stranger to Miss Woods. He had encountered her on several occasions due to her father's ownership of a prominent tech company, in which she played a significant role as his successor. While undeniably intelligent, she possessed a deceptive nature and a narrow-minded outlook, much like her father. Observing fr