"To Behav!!!" "Cheerss!!!" CLANG!The executive dining room echoed with the clinking of glasses as the group raised their drinks in a toast. Greg found himself surrounded by his colleagues, each wearing smiles that concealed their own motives and agendas. The camaraderie of the moment was tainted by the underlying currents of corporate politics.Amid the laughter and the sound of the clinking glasses, Mr. Anderson’s booming voice cut through the air, drawing everyone's attention. "Hey you youngsterr!!!! You all must try to drink more!! You know you all lose to my daughter she’s just seventeen but she can already drink—"Greg couldn't help but roll his eyes internally. It was a familiar scene – Mr. Anderson's drunken boasts about his daughter's drinking prowess. Glancing at his watch, Greg noted the time: 10.05. 'A new record,' he thought wryly before looking back at Mr. Anderson amusedly.. Mr. Anderson had managed to get himself drunk within just five minutes of starting his drin

The chaotic scene in the restaurant was a whirlwind of emotions and tension. The shabby old man's accusation echoed through the air, blending with the gasp of the onlookers.The tapering jawed man’s face was now mixed with full bewilderment, embarrassment, and fear as he found himself being pinned to the ground under the unrelenting grip of the old man.Amidst the gathered crowd, a group of executives slowly maneuvered their way through the throng, determined to get a better look at the scene. The group was none other than Greg and his companions – Karel, Alan, Sarah, and Dr. Lou.As they finally reached a vantage point where they could see more clearly, a hint of recognition began to flash across their faces as they saw the tapered jaw man’s face.“Hey,” Karel's voice broke through the murmurs of the crowd. "Isn't that… Garfield?"Alan nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the scene. “Yeah, that’s definitely Garfield. No one had a jaw like that…But, what’s he doing here u

The atmosphere crackled with tension as Greg's words hung in the air, a palpable challenge to the old man's dominance. Garfield's heart raced, his eyes shifting between Greg and the shabby old man, his shock and disbelief mingling with a newfound hope. The old man’s face contorted with anger, his nostrils flaring as he glared at Greg. “You think you can just waltz in here and threaten me, boy? I have seen my fair share of troublemakers and you’re no different!” Greg’s gaze remained steady, his expression unyielding as he looked at the shabby old man. “Hey, I’m not here to trade threats with you. I’m here to offer you a choice. Do the right thing by releasing him, or face the consequences.” Greg said, and after the words left his mouth, a loud laughter erupted from the shabby old man, a bitter sound that reverberated through the air. “Consequences?” the shabby old man asked as he wiped his imagination tears. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with, boy! Listen, even though this o

The night was cast with a shadowy ambiance as Dylan found himself atop the abandoned building, taking a drag from his cigarette. The city lights below created a tapestry of shimmering colors against the dark canvas of the sky. As the smoke mingled with the chilly air, the rooftop door creaked open. Dylan's attention shifted, and he was met with Valerie's surprised gaze. "Oh, it's you again! Tsk... Can you please not always appear like a ghost in here?" she remarked with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. Dylan chuckled, the sound low and melodious. "Can't promise that. Ghosts tend to haunt places, after all." He said, making Valerie roll her eyes as she stepped closer to him with a smirk. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?” “Guilty as charged,” Dylan replied, the corner of his lips lifting in a half smile. The two of them shared the rooftop, gazing at the sprawling cityscape. Valerie extended her hand towards Dylan, a playful glint in her eyes. "Mind if I join you?" she aske

Greg's eyes widened as he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Of all the places and times... Why did Greg have to bump into this person again?! "Y....You...?" Greg stammered, his voice a mix of disbelief and exasperation. *** “Here’s your order, enjoy your meal." "Thank you," the old man replied with surprising civility before diving into his noodles with an audible slurp, while Greg, on the other hand just stared with a sour expression. Until now, Greg still can't accept the fact that the person who just caused a commotion was none other than the shabby old man. The one who had also caused the scene in the restaurant and even made Garfield pee himself. As the old man continued to devour his noodles, Greg contemplated whether he should say something or just ignore the situation. But before Greg could decide, the old man suddenly let out a satisfied sigh and pushed away his empty noodle bowl, initiating the conversation. "Hey, young man, you seem surprised to see me here. Every