LOGINAdam leaned back slightly in his chair, his expression neutral despite the shifting tension around the table.
Olivia was still standing. Melissa was still seated. Daniel glanced between all three of them like he'd just walked into a conversation halfway through and decided he might as well enjoy it. "So," Daniel said casually, slipping his hands into his pockets, "are we interrupting something?" "Not really," Adam replied. Melissa smiled faintly. "We just got here." Olivia's gaze lingered on Melissa for a second longer before she pulled out a chair from a nearby table and sat without asking. Daniel followed suit, dragging another chair over. Now it was a four-person table. Adam sighed at how the simple dinner escalated. He exhaled quietly. "Is everything okay? I heard what happened earlier today," Olivia said vaguely, her tone tense and full of concern. Adam couldn't possibly tell her that he needed to act arrogant at the time. There were two strangers here after all. So he could only divert the question, "I didn't know you came to places like this." Daniel chuckled. "She doesn't. I dragged her here." Olivia rolled her eyes. "It's not that serious." "It is," Daniel said. "You need to experience decent food at least once in a while. Your taste buds shouldn't get used to those crap you eat." A waiter approached, slightly confused by the sudden change in seating but professional enough not to question it. "Would you like to add anything to your order?" he asked. Daniel nodded. "Yeah, bring us—" he glanced at Olivia, "—you still don't know what you want, do you?" "Just order something normal." He smirked and gave the order. It was the surprisingly not most expensive item on the menu. Adam was prepared to have a battle of arrogance. The waiter left their table and immediately, silence settled briefly. "So," Olivia said, resting her elbow lightly on the table, "how have you been?" "Fine." "That's it?" Adam shrugged slightly. "What else should I say?" Olivia watched him for a moment, then leaned back. "You're different." Adam didn't respond immediately because she wasn't wrong. "I know. People change," he said finally. He could feel it. The system wasn't coming out but he felt something in him trying to make this a matter of pride. There wasn't a clear target and there was no obvious direction. It took him a moment to place his finger on what was the issue. I want to impress her. Adam concluded. He wanted to wow the girl he had feelings for but not for her to submission with the system. 'It seems the system had its own issues.' "So how do you two know each other?" she asked, breaking the tension that hung around their table brought by the two. Olivia answered first. "We should have known each other for a while. But-" "A while," Adam interrupted not wanting her to give away his past information. Looking at him with sudden realization, it seemed Olivia finally understood that Adam didn't want to talk about some things in front of Melissa. "We have a lot to catch up on." she could only say. The food arrived, breaking the moment. Plates were set down and drinks followed. Daniel picked up his fork. "Alright, let's at least enjoy the food before whatever this is turns into a full interrogation." Melissa laughed lightly while Olivia gave Adam a simple smile of reassurance. For a few minutes, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. Daniel and Melissa carried most of it. You'd think they had known each other for years. Topics on relationships, music and sports, flowed freely. Adam noted that they both avoided bringing up personal topics after Daniel casually skipped some questions related to his family. In contrast, Adam and Olivia tried to avoid speaking to each other, and only did so when necessary. Then– "Nice place," Daniel said, glancing around. "Not cheap either." Melissa nodded. "It's decent." "Decent?" Daniel scoffed. "I don't think the average person can eat here for a week." "That's because it isn't for the average person," Melissa replied. Daniel smirked. "Fair enough." Then his gaze shifted to Adam. "So what do you do?" There it was. Adam didn't rush his answer; he had been preparing for this question since he decided to follow Melissa to the restaurant. So rather than deflect or lie, Olivia knew the truth after all, he gave the obvious truth. "I make money," he said. Daniel blinked once. Then laughed. "That's one way to put it." Melissa didn't react while Olivia's eyes narrowed slightly. "That doesn't really answer the question," Daniel said. "It answers enough." Olivia interrupted. "do you want to know his exact work position?" Daniel studied him for a moment, unconvinced but not pushing the matter. He leaned back on the chair with his hands raised in surrender and a laugh. "Alright, alright. I can never win an argument with her" But Olivia wasn't looking at him she held Adam's gaze. She seemed to be searching for something that made sense in his transformation. Daniel exhaled softly. "If I didn't know better, I'd think I was in the midst of a lovers spat." Melissa smiled faintly. "You're not the only one." Olivia looked away first. Adam felt heat climbing his neck but nonchalantly tore a piece of meat like he wasn't the topic of conversation. "You two seem comfortable," Olivia said to the only other female at the table. "How long have you know each other?" Melissa tilted her head slightly. "We just met." "Just met," Olivia repeated. She and Daniel sharing a glance. Adam didn't respond to the question left hanging. Because anything he said could tilt things the wrong way or in the worst scenario, lead to a mission being generated. Daniel leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand. "I'm starting to think I walked into something way more interesting than dinner." Melissa laughed. "You're not wrong." Adam finally set his fork down. "This isn't complicated," he said causing the three pairs of eyes to turn towards him. "It's just dinner." No one argued but no one fully believed it either. *** After the group of four left the place, Olivia bid the rest farewell while, as expected, held Adam back. Leaving behind a flirtatious smile, Melissa followed Daniel towards another direction but not before slipping her card into his pocket in a showy manner. "You're acting like a different person," Olivia eventually said when the duo were alone. "You couldn't pay for food earlier." Adam didn't have a clean answer to the implied question. "Some things happened." he could only reply, "it's fair to say I have been reborn." Her gaze seemed to contain multiple questions and Adam could feel himself getting distracted with just the both of them in close proximity. His answer which was supposed to put her concerns to rest only seemed to increase her concern to fear. Her face blanched with horror and she suddenly took a step back. "M-my god," she stammered, "y-y-you didn't do something risky right? You still have your kidneys?" Adam was stunned at the switch in conversation topic. "Sorry, what?"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
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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
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
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
The notification for his debt repayment couldn't have come at a worse possible moment. Adam stared at the cashier. She stared back with a smile, she looked like she was enjoying herself and didn't mind if he knew. "Card declined," she said, though he'd heard her the first time. "I—yeah." Adam sto







