"Clean those keyboards!" A man's angry voice pierced the air, and Victor hurried over to his cubicle. Rows of interconnected workspaces filled the spacious room. Victor held a mop in one hand and a bucket in the other. His employment was as an office cleaner at Pixelette Technologies, one of South Dakota's most renowned software companies. Victor hadn't chosen this path willingly; it was the only work he could find with just a high school diploma. His dreams of further education were shattered when a tragic car accident left him orphaned and in the care of his demanding grandfather. After high school, he managed to save enough to get a small apartment and has been living independently ever since. Each day, working as an office cleaner tested his patience, with co-workers bullying him and some even deliberately making messes. "Could you please allow me to clean your cubicle?" Victor politely inquired. The man looked at him with disdain as he rose from his chair. "Go ahead, clean it a

"You go, girl! Get rid of that bum!" One of Natalie's friends cheered."Yeah, kick him out, he doesn't deserve you!""Babe, please don't do this. I'm a millionaire now, and I can take care of you and all your needs. That's why I came looking for you," Victor stated in a trembling voice, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through him. He loved Natalie deeply and didn't want to lose her."A millionaire? Yeah right, you just got fired from your job and can't even afford to pay your rent for the month. I want nothing to do with you anymore," Natalie taunted as she signaled to her friends that they should leave the restaurant."Natalie, please don't go. I love you, and I assure you, I have the money to take care of you," Victor pleaded, tears streaming down his face.One of Natalie's friends, Tacha, spat on the ground near Victor. "You stink!""Yeah, go take a shower or something," another friend added. With that, they all left the restaurant, Natalie leading the way. Breaking up with Victor

"Wait, you paid an extra $20,000 just to get them out of the hotel?" Esther asked, raising an eyebrow. She hadn't expected Victor to go to such lengths."Yes, I want to teach them a lesson and show them that they are not on the same level as me," Victor replied, his arrogance evident.Suddenly, a woman and the waiter returned to their table. The woman, dressed in an elegant black suit, spoke up. "Sir, I heard that you want to chase those ladies out of the hotel after they finish eating. Unfortunately, that won't be possible. They are customers here, just like you, and we can't discriminate against them. We will refund your extra $20,000."Victor stood up, frustrated. "Why can't you do this for me? And you can keep the extra $20,000," he urged."Sir, that's our hotel policy. The only way you could have that authority is if you were one of the hotel's shareholders, which I assume you are not," the woman explained."I'll have to become a shareholder, then. I must humiliate Natalie and he

Victor knew he couldn't reveal the truth about the system, so he had to come up with a plausible explanation. "I've been working as a cleaner at a software company for a few years now. Over that time, I managed to save up a decent amount of money, which I spent earlier. But I really do need a job. Although I bought shares in the hotel as an act of revenge, I can see it being a great investment, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes. So, please, is there anything you can do to help me?" Victor hoped that his fabricated story would convince Esther to lend him a hand."That's impressive. You know, if I had known the money you used to pay for our dinner was your life savings, I wouldn't have let you pay. Regardless, I can help you secure a job. I own a delivery company called Premount Delivery Company. Have you ever heard of it?" Esther asked.Victor's eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. Premount Delivery Company was one of the most reputable companies in the entire country and learn

Victor sat in front of a police detective, ready to recount his harrowing experiences.The detective’s name was Fred, as it was clearly read on his badge. "Tell me, what happened exactly?" Fred asked, folding his hands in front of Victor."What happened was that I was waiting outside a five-star hotel waiting to catch a cab and head home when the man pulled up in a motorcycle in front of me. He offered to give me a ride, but I found it suspicious and declined. He suddenly grabbed my arm tightly, I broke free from his grip and escaped." Victor continued explaining how the whole event happened up until he made his way to the station."Oh my word, that must have been an intense experience. I am glad you took the initiative to come straight down here; that’s smart of you," Fred commended with a smirk."Yeah, I figured he might know my house address since he knew where to find me," he replied."First of all, do you have any idea who he is or who might have sent him to you?" Fred asked, rai