It was a bustling Friday evening, and Charles Grey, exhausted from a long day of deliveries, wove his scooter through Los Angeles' packed streets. His destination was the famous Diamond Hotel. Known for hosting the city's elite, delivery here frequently resulted in big tips—a rare bright spot in an otherwise dreary existence.Charles' life had devolved into an endless cycle of guilt and work. His wife, Sophia, was always berating him, her anger more piercing than the darts she threw every day. It was never enough, no matter how hard he worked. He clung to the hope that his drive would eventually win her over, even though her disdain weighed heavily on him every day.With its imposing façade shining in the city lights, the hotel towered over the horizon. In an attempt to dodge critical looks, Charles placed his battered scooter in the farthest part of the lot.In the glass entryway, his rumpled clothes, unkempt hair, and tired demeanor revealed his exhaustion. The lobby's concrete floo

"Good day, how can I assist you?" One of the attendants at the front desk greeted Charles as he approached. She scrutinized him for a few moments, her face twisting in distaste due to his attire."I am Charles Grey, and I wish to—""We do not accept any delivery services at Silver Plaza Hotel," the woman interrupted. "Our patrons are highly esteemed professionals who receive top-tier gourmet meals; they do not require food delivery. Kindly leave before one of our distinguished guests notices your unkempt appearance," she added, signaling for him to go."You heard her, take your leave now," Ethan chimed in, his expression full of mockery. "They have important people, like myself, to attend to. And when you go home, do try to freshen up; you're giving off quite the stench."Charles disregarded his remarks and addressed the woman. "I'm not here to place an order. I'd like to pay for one of your exclusive offerings.""You?" The woman raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Pay for a service?" Sh

As Charles continued to decide on which ability to pick, Ethan, along with the head chef of the establishment, stormed into his private space without so much as a knock. Both Charles and Alison stared at the pair, caught off guard as they stood before them.The man, a longtime friend of Ethan, worked as the hotel’s head chef. Before this position, he had been a renowned chef, even earning accolades for his culinary skills. He was hired by the CEO of the hotel after begging multiple times to join the staff. The chef had a rude disposition and frequently belittled others, especially due to his elevated status in the hotel. He often felt superior to the rest of the employees.After Ethan’s removal from the hotel, he called his friend, relaying everything that transpired. The head chef was furious and wanted to confront the one who dared to treat his friend with disrespect.“What is going on here?” Alison asked, perplexed by the duo’s behavior.It was then that Ethan took a proper look at

Jeremy dropped to the ground, gripping Charles' ankle as tears streamed down his face. "I’m begging you! Don’t let them take this job from me. I will lose everything."Charles yanked his leg free, and Jeremy sprawled on the cold kitchen floor, his pleas echoing through the silent room.“You disrespected me, ridiculed me both in private and in front of everyone. You claimed to be untouchable, yet I defeated you effortlessly. Let this serve as a reminder—never belittle someone based on how they look or what you think they can’t do.”The crowd of onlookers stood frozen, watching as Jeremy continued his pitiful display. Tears soaked his face as he begged for mercy. Ethan, lurking in a dark corner of the room, looked as though the ground might swallow him. He realized his plan had backfired. Both he and Jeremy were about to face the consequences of their actions.“Please, I’ve changed! I swear I won’t make the same mistakes again,” Jeremy wailed, his voice cracking under the weight of his

With his things packed into a little bag and a disappointed heart, Charles left the Bennett family home. Even though it was shattered and crushed, the earring his mother had left for him, a priceless heirloom was still in his pocket, and its significance to him was far greater than anyone could ever comprehend. All he had left of his mother was his link to that earring, and he was devastated and furious at Sophia's callous deeds. He was free, nevertheless. Free from their continual humiliation and criticism. With a mixture of relief and resolve, he looked to the future. Now the divorce was complete. To appease Sophia and her family, he would no longer pretend to be someone he wasn't. No more being governed by them. He now had the opportunity to succeed with the money from his fortune."I ought to purchase a home," Charles thought, his thoughts racing. The concept was straightforward but effective. A home of his own, free from criticism, where he could rebuild and begin afresh. He was