Se connecterThe restaurant — Benji's Kitchen— was the same way Adam had left it though the jeers and mocking laughter had died down.
Adam's arrival, however, had reignited the flame. "What is he doing here again?" "Has lack of nutrients caused him to run mad." Walking with a confidence he had never had before, Adam went to the cashier who rejected him not more than thirty minutes ago. He slapped his hand on the counter, "How much is your most expensive food?" Silence! [Arrogance detected] He could see it in the cashier's eyes and he supposed others would also be thinking something along the lines of: Isn't this the guy with an empty bank account? What audacity does he have to come back and act like a rich heir? Did the world turn upside down? Snapping his fingers, he repeated in a calm voice. "Can't you hear me? What's your most expensive dish?" *** "What's your most expensive dish?" Grace was stunned. Wasn't this the guy she just embarrassed fifteen minutes ago? Why would he come back acting like he owned the place? Normally, she wouldn't have mocked his poverty since he had a good face but she had heard that one of her friends had constantly been giving him a discount while balancing the rest with her personal money. Due to a personal issue that made Olivia swap shifts, Grace took the shift and waited for the parasite. She had wanted to give him a piece of her mind. She didn't know he would be that broke. Which made it worse. She normally didn't like poor guys and seeing her friend begin to develop an interest in one made her icky so when she saw her chance to put him in his place, she took it. Was he bluffing? Trying to act cool? She didn't know but she was certain that he couldn't have much wealth. Looking at his clothes once more, she decided. She'll play with him. "Our Cheesesteak is the most expensive item on the menu but it's worth it." "Price" he replied unfazed at all the attention he was getting. Literally nobody else was focused of their food anymore. If he wasn't still wearing the same clothes he came in with some minutes ago Grace would have thought this was another person entirely. His presence had changed. There was a bit of confidence in him... No! Not a bit. He oozed superiority at this point. "$45" she said slyly. Someone with an empty wallet wouldn't have made that much in fifteen minutes. She saw him frown slightly. 'I've got you now you arrogant bastard', she thought. She heard him murmur something about it being cheap but she didn't let it bother her. He was just trying to save face. "Give me two cheesesteaks to go then." he said then brought out his card; sliding it towards her. This wasn't going according to what Grace had planned. "Are you messing with me? We all know this card is empty." she said, loudly. Thinking he'd probably apologize or try to calm her down, Grace was stunned when he looked at her coldly. "You wouldn't know true wealth if it slapped you in the face. Take the order and swipe the card." "Hey, you shouldn't-" someone walked up to confront him but was suddenly cut off. "Trash shouldn't run their mouth", said the newly confident parasite , curling his upper lip in a snarl. Gritting her teeth, Grace snatched the card and swiped it. Transaction confirmed - $90 What? There could only be one explanation as to how someone could get that much in fifteen minutes. “Hmph! Running an errand and acting all arrogant about it. Do you think we're easily deceived.” her statement had the desired effect and snapped most of the observers from their daze as they realized that it was possible he was bluffing. Unfazed by the murmurs, Mr. Arrogant just stared at Grace without emotion; which if she was honest, unnerved her. The order was put on the priority list and within a couple of minutes, the Cheesecakes were ready. Taking a bite of one at the counter, Mr. Arrogant scrunched his brows then casually tossed it behind him. It took a moment for Grace to realize he had tossed a $45 cheesecake with half a bite taken from it into the bin. That was half of her daily wage tossed into the bin. If someone who was obviously wealthy did something similar, she would have only felt envy since that person would be far above her in life but someone who was supposed to be on her level... Grace was pissed. What vexed her more was that the action seemed to slap her face, after all she had claimed he was only running an errand. She could feel the transfer of attention from him to her. The whispers also began as if some moments ago they didn't all join her to laugh at him. She shouldn't have said he was running an errand. Someone running an errand wouldn't toss his errand into the waste bin unless he was crazy. Without a means to escape from the shame, she could only glare at him as he reached for the other cheesecake. Picking up the second one, he turned to the man who had tried to confront him some time ago. “You look hungry. This is for you or whoever you want. I don't really care about trash.” Before the sentence could land, he turned back to Grace. “Your cheesecakes weren't all that. Bring ten cups of coffee then. At least you guys should be capable of making coffee.” Grace could feel every body look at her again. She knew they were as stunned as her with the sudden display of confidence but they were also enjoying her humiliation. 'These bastards' she thought. Using me as a scapegoat. She could only take the card again and place the order for $13. At this point Grace didn't care about the person in front of her anymore. She just wanted the day to end so she could scream out in frustration. Immediately after making the payment, the arrogant man before her scoffed and turned away from the counter. “I don't have time for this. If you can't afford a coffee, you're free to take from mine.” then he left the place. Grace noted that when he left the first time with a hunched back, everyone had been talking about him but now everyone would be talking about him for an entire different reason. But she hated him since she had to find a way to deal with the leftover coffee cups. “Why did I even do this in the first place” she could only sigh while swearing to tell Olivia about today's event. Of course she'd leave out the part where she humiliated him.Adam turned away again, walking slowly toward the glass wall that overlooked the central bullpen. The floor was almost dark now, save for the blue ambient glow of idling monitors and the soft perimeter lights reflecting off the polished concrete.He thought back to the beginning of the year—to the claustrophobic boardroom meetings, the late-night strategy sessions where every voice around him had been calculating their own exposure, their own exit routes, their own severance packages if Julian managed to engineer a hostile takeover. In a corporate structure, loyalty was a fluid metric, bound by stock options, career trajectories, and risk mitigation.Except for the man standing behind him.Jiang didn't care about the corporate ladder. He didn't care about executive titles or equity packages. He cared about the fact that they had bled together to keep this company afloat, and he refused to let Adam fight a war of attrition with one hand tied behind his back."If I say yes," Adam said f
"No," Jiang said, and for the first time there was an edge in it, not anger, just weight. "That's what you do for people you're managing. You put the ones you're managing on the safe side of the line and you keep the danger for yourself because it makes you feel like you're protecting them. But you don't manage me. We didn't grow up calling each other brothers for no reason."Adam went still, his hand hovering over the capped marker he’d just set down on the whiteboard tray. The metal frame of the board gave a microscopic squeak under the sudden stillness of the room. Outside, the low hum of the evening traffic on the avenue six floors below bled through the double-paned glass, but inside, the air had gone tight and thin."You call me your brother," Jiang said, taking a step forward. The heel of his boot struck the hardwood with a deliberate, heavy sound. "Not your friend. Not your guy. But a brother. You've said it in front of Melissa, in front of Olivia too. You've also said it in f
The office had finally stopped smelling like a crisis.For weeks it had been coffee gone cold in paper cups, printouts stacked in towers that nobody had time to file, the particular stress-sweat smell of too many people staying too late. Now, with the shadow of the Lacostes dead and buried, someone had cracked a window, and the room smelled like an ordinary afternoon again.Adam noticed that kind of thing now. He hadn't used to. Some weeks ago—back when the Lacostes were targeting the company leaving an invisible wake of deference and anxiety—Adam wouldn't have known his office had a smell at all.He was at the whiteboard with Melissa, walking through the tail end of the transition numbers between Havenridge and The Robinsons—the unglamorous part of a succession, the reconciliation. Not the moment you took the wheel, but the moment you found out exactly what keeping the ship steady had cost."Insurance premium's going to jump regardless," Melissa said, tapping her pen against the boar
The winter gale howling between the cold steel warehouses blew relentlessly and raw, kicking up fine, icy dustings of frost that skittered across the boundary line like scattered bone dust.Richard stepped right up to the edge of the surveyor's mark, his heavy, hulking frame looming over the narrow strip of frosted dirt separating them. The mink collar of his coat rustled against his thick neck, but he didn't feel the chill. His face was flushed with a dark, suffocating heat that vibrated from deep within his chest—a lifetime of undisputed authority boiling into a dangerous, volatile fever."Look at you," Richard whispered. His raspy voice barely carried over the sharp whistle of the wind, yet it was laden with an unstable, suffocating fury. "Look at the way you stand there. You don't put me in your eyes at all, do you? You stand on the edge of my industrial corridor, looking at my fleet, refusing my truck's ease of passage, and you don't feel a single drop of fear."Behind Richard, t
The winter wind cutting across North Harwell’s tidal basin carried the distinct, metallic tang of diesel exhaust, frozen ocean spray, and crushed gravel.At the southern terminus of Fifth Street, where the freshly laid municipal asphalt dissolved into frozen mud and concrete rubble, two commercial empires touched borders. To the south, the sprawling, corrugated-steel distribution centers of Robinson Global Logistics rose like hulking gray fortresses against the pale morning sky, casting long, jagged shadows across the icy access roads.To the north sat Lot 402—eighty thousand square feet of unencumbered, deep-water terminal ground.In the regional logistics ledger, Lot 402 was universally referred to as the throat of North Harwell. If Robinson Global controlled it, they could effectively wall Havenridge’s logistics expansion into a dead-end pocket, choking off access to the deep-water docks. But three days prior, under the vaulted ceilings of the municipal auction house, the final ham
The corridors of the humanities building were usually quiet during the evening lull, but today the air felt suffocatingly dense.Jiang didn’t wait for Melissa to finish her sentence. The moment she turned her back to speak to a passing department faculty member, he'd grabbed Adam by the elbow, his grip tight enough to dig through the fabric of Adam's jacket, and hauled him briskly down the hallway."Jiang? What are you—" Adam started, stumbling slightly before catching his footing.Jiang ignored him, scanning the hall until he found a heavy, dark-wood door with a brass plaque reading Lecture Hall B. He yanked it open, pushed Adam inside, stepped through, and let the heavy door swing shut behind them with a muffled, resonant thud.The noise of the main corridor was instanly cut off.Inside, the smell of dry chalk dust, polished wood, and old paper hung thick in the air. Deep amber light from the setting sun bled through the high, arched stained-glass windows, casting long, dramatic sla
Startled at the unexpected question, Adam stumbled over his next words. Misunderstanding his lack of answer as implied consent, Olivia brought up her phone immediately. "I might know someone who can help us... If we call the police-" she began rambling, her hands trembling. Talking her hands int
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It was a chilly Saturday morning so there were not much people out on the street. Most were either sleeping in from the stressful weekdays or passed out from partying on a Friday night.A tall wiry built youth, with a slightly unkempt dark hair, just walked into a clothing store.The store had jus
Olivia's POVThe night air was a bit chilly and slightly biting to the skin but Olivia stood at the entrance of her place of residence, a seven-floor building. She lived on the top floor because it was the cheapest and therefore it was also unfortunately the smallest.Taking in a deep breath, Olivi







