Why Did Infogrames Rebrand To Atari?

Everyone knows the legend of the Minotaur. But that's all it is to them - a myth. And even then, the myth only tells the tale of a monster slain by a hero. Has anyone bothered to ask the supposed monster for his side of the story? Of course not. And I should know. I am that "monster." I am Asterion, The Minotaur, and the first of my kind. And this is my story. You can decide for yourself who the monster truly is.

One second, I was getting completely soaked by the rain, and the next… nothing. It was still pouring all around me, but somehow, I was dry. Confused, I looked up—and there he was. A stranger. He stood just behind me, holding an umbrella over us both. Tall, ridiculously good-looking, and wearing an Armani suit that fit like a dream. Like, seriously—who even looks that put together in a storm? And just like that, I was curious. Who was this guy? Read on to uncover the mystery. P.S. This is my first book on here, so if you enjoy it, show me a little love! Thanks for being here.

Madeline is the black sheep of the family. Her father hated her since the day she was born because the day she was born, her mother died. Her father is to call her a murderer. Her biggest dream was to become the best chef in town, and when she went to culinary school, she returned with the hope of being a chef in her father's restaurant. However, her father made her marry her high school crush. The marriage did not last six months when his first love returned. Kicked out of the house with nowhere to go. She went to her father's house, but he kicked her out, making her sleep in her car that night. Little did she know that her fortunes would change the next day. Her grandfather gave her inheritance. Enough to start her restaurant. However, she went up at night and celebrated with her friend. She hooked up with one of her brothers and her ex-husband's friend. And he did not know that she was already divorced. They were both drunk and had sex. But he told her he is furious with her for sleeping with him while married to his friend. He told her never to contact him again, and she never did, although she walked out of that relationship with a package. Now, seven years later, she is returning home. her family and ex-in-laws' biggest enemy in the restaurant business, and she is her to take revenge! She is here to bankrupt them and tell them GAME OVER!

I had been married to Alexander for three years. Everyone feared his ruthlessness, but he had always been incredibly gentle with me. But ever since Elena took a bullet for him during a shootout six months ago, everything changed. He always said she got hurt saving him, so I had to be accommodating. At the family’s most prestigious gala, my husband—the Don, Alexander—arrived with his secretary, Elena, on his arm. Pinned to her chest was the ruby brooch that symbolized the position of the Donna of the family. "Elena took a bullet for me. She liked the brooch, so I let her borrow it for a while. Regardless, you are the only donna here. Try to show some class." I didn't argue with him. I just removed my wedding ring and pulled out the divorce papers: "Since she likes it so much, she can have it. Including this seat next to you. I'm giving that up, too." Alexander signed without hesitation, a cold smile on his face. "What kind of manipulative trick are you playing now? You're an orphan, separated from your family, you won't survive three days in Sicily. I'll wait for you to come back begging me." I took out an encrypted satellite phone I hadn't used in three years. Alexander didn't know that I was actually the youngest daughter of the oldest Mafia family in Europe. But my family and Alexander’s had always been enemies. To marry him, I had changed my name and even severed ties with my father and brothers. The call connected. I took a deep breath and whispered, "Papa, I regret it. Send someone to pick me up in two weeks."

On the first day back after the New Year break, I returned to find my workstation gone—replaced by two large trash bins sitting side by side. "Josh, even though you've been with the company for ten years, you still have to comply with company arrangements. "You were supposed to be reassigned before the holiday. We held off so you could enjoy your New Year. You should be grateful." As he spoke, my boss pointed toward a corner beside the restroom. There sat a set of low, worn desk and chair—something that looked like it had been discarded by an elementary school. I set my bag on it. The desk wobbled twice, then collapsed outright. Amid the muffled snickers around me, I didn't argue or make a scene. I simply looked at the boss, calm and steady. "You don't have to go through all this trouble to force me out. I'll resign now. I'll forfeit the compensation—just process it as quickly as possible." His eyes lit up, though his face feigned regret. "Since you've made up your mind, there's not much I can say. But the Vespere chip you've spent ten years developing belongs to the company—you have no right to take it with you. "Oh, and when you handle the paperwork, don't forget to pay for that cup of coffee in your hand. It's an employee benefit. As an outsider now, you'll have to cover the cost." I nodded and signed the termination agreement without resistance. But the moment I stepped out of the company, I activated the self-destruct program embedded deep within the chip's core.

At the company's annual dinner, I win a three-day trip to the Marosa worth 50 thousand dollars. But when I go to claim the prize, the person in charge stuffs a cheap stuffed toy into my hands instead. The price tag shows that it is worth five dollars. At the same time, the intern, Katie Thorpe, suddenly cries out in surprise, "A three-day trip to Marosa? I'm so incredibly lucky!" I step forward to question them, but the organizer blocks my way. "Katie is Mr. Cosby's girlfriend. This prize has already been decided in advance. I suggest you do not make trouble." She looks me up and down mockingly and says, "If you anger Mr. Cosby, you better watch out. You'll lose your job in this company." Not only am I not afraid, I am even tempted to laugh in her face. I immediately make a phone call. "Grandpa, I have made up my mind. I do not want to keep struggling alongside Vincent Cosby anymore. The wedding is canceled. Withdraw your investment from his company."