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I, Gianna Johnston, am born into a family of prodigies. My dad, Henry Johnston, is a computer science professor from Hafford University. My mom, Naomi Liddell, is a medical professor at Starvard University. And my brother, George Johnston, is an international math olympiad champion. Meanwhile, I'm barely passing my math classes at school. George gets so mad at me that he immediately writes down three full sets of math exam questions and exclaims, "You're so dumb that you're nothing but an embarrassment to Mom and Dad and me! "Don't you even think about leaving the house and embarrassing us again without completing all these math questions!" Mom then forces a few pills straight down my t

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Josie was the one who had filled her in on all of this, though, because she had taken the day off. Back then, Vanessa had taken the credit for convincing Alexandra to help. Harry and the team had celebrated the achievement; there was a chance Alexandra might bring it up. Although Vanessa had prepared an excuse, she still didn't want to be there when it happened because of how humiliating it would be. So, she waited until Alexandra was gone before returning to the office to see the new model for herself. It had only taken half a month to build, yet it had passed every data test on the first try. Its noise-filtering was downright stunning, and it even had a training-deployment feature. The mor

He was a large man in height and size, his muscles weren’t as defined as Luca’s or Ace’s, not as chiseled, but he was thick and intimidating. “Nice to meet you, Farah.” He said ‘I’m glad you’re feeling better. Will you be joining us for training today?” He was slightly less intimidating. Slightly. “Thank you, It’s nice to meet you too. Yes, I’m not used to skipping training so I’d love to stay today.” Excitement began racing through me. “Love to hear that.” he said, “you can pair up with my mate, right there in front.” He pointed to a lovely petite blonde, who shot me a large smile and a wave.

Grayson's stare fixed on Carson, cold and unwavering. “Is this your first time, Carson?” Grayson inquired, his voice misleadingly serene. "Certainly, sir," Carson responded, adjusting awkwardly. Grayson inclined slightly, his tone calm and consistent. "Now allow me to clarify how everything operates in this place. Titan Holdings does not pursue trends merely to seem innovative. We develop practical, scalable solutions that are advantageous for the communities we establish. Abolishing conventional public transportation may seem innovative in theory, but in reality, it estranges a considerable portion of the population and leads to accessibility challenges. A city cannot be considered smart if

His tone was calm, but the question carried weight. It was a fair question, one that deserved a confident answer, but my eyes dropped briefly to the screen as I skimmed through the notes again. Predictive analytics, property data, market behavior, all sitting there in clean bullet points that suddenly felt more complicated than they had moments ago. “We’re building something that helps people know where to invest before the market catches up,” I said slowly, letting the idea form as I spoke, before lifting my gaze back to them. “In simple terms, we’re making real estate smarter.”

Julian said this while looking into my eyes, and I could not help but blink—he was absolutely correct. "Take advice from me, your father, and Victoria—who knows the business—but whatever you decide, make sure you mean it!" "Last but not least, be confident. Make sure you are confident in the work you do. "Your grandfather admires confident people because he believes that confidence leads to success." "I would like to highlight something." Victoria moved towards the whiteboard and wrote the word SMART WORK. "It is the universal truth; hard work makes a person successful; however, in business, smart work leads to greater success than hard work." She spoke as she moved the sketch pen in her han

"We must leave a child for Freda." I ate my meal silently, my heart feeling like it had been torn apart. "Timothy is such a good man." Phillip suddenly looked at me. "Not every husband can be so... tolerant." He deliberately emphasized the word 'tolerant', his eyes full of mockery. Carrie glanced at me coldly. "Timothy has no talent, but he's obedient." Fiona immediately defended me, saying, "Mom, don't say that. Timothy is hardworking." Henry scoffed. "Hardworking? What can a normal employee provide for you, Fiona? Phillip drives a Ferrari and lives in a villa, while Timothy can't even afford a decent watch."

It was about being smarter. And in this, no one beat me.

Something better. Together.