—---John O'Connor woke up with a sense of dread, his old bed creaking in protest as he sat up. The sound of heavy rain pounding against the roof was a stark reminder of the miserable day ahead. He grumbled to himself, noticing raindrops leaking through the roof, and lay back down, thinking about the long day of work ahead. Three jobs, all in this terrible weather."Ugh, why me?" John muttered to himself, throwing off the covers.As the rain finally began to clear, John got out of bed and prepared for the day. On his way out the door, his eyes landed on a picture frame - the last photo of him and his ex-girlfriend. He kicked it to the floor, feeling a surge of annoyance."Stupid memories," John growled, shaking his head. "Why do I still have this? She's gone, and I'm still stuck in this miserable life."He took a deep breath and tried to shake off the lingering emotions. He couldn't afford to be late for his first job, working as a waiter at a popular restaurant.As he arrived at the
----------John’s heart skipped a beat as he looked at the message. Who was this? How did they know his name? And how did they get his contact? He tried to brush it off as a prank, but the words kept coming to his mind.He couldn’t shake off the feeling that someone was out there watching him, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. His hand went to his chest, as if to calm his beating heart.Someone was obviously out there, and they wanted to hurt him. But who could it be?It could be anyone. It was possible that someone involved in the incident five years ago was still out to get him, and they might haveI mean it could be anyone. It could mean someone was indeed involved with what happened to him 5 years ago and the person might have been at the dinner part last night.The thought of it filled John with fear. The person could be working at Eon Innovation, watching his every move, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.Just then the sound of knocking on his door shook John out
----------John stared out the window, his mind far away in his fancy office. He thought back to the dinner party and Ashley's beautiful eyes and smile. Memories came rushing back, like a floodgate opening. He remembered her laughter, her hair falling down her back, and her sparkling eyes in the soft light.He stood still, lost in thought, as memories of the past overwhelmed him. The pain and heartache returned, and he felt like he was being swept away by a strong current. He was trapped in his emotions, unable to break free.Just as he was getting lost in the depths of his mind, Rachel's voice broke the spell."Sir, sorry to interrupt, but you have a meeting with your new team in 15 minutes," she reminded him, her voice soft and professional.John turned, his eyes focusing on his PA. He nodded, his mind still distracted by the memories of the past."Thanks, Rachel. I'll be right there."He took a deep breath and let go of the past. He had a new life, a new company, and a new team. He
--------"You...mean...John...the same John we all called pathetic?" Milla stammered, her eyes wide with disbelief.Ashley nodded slowly, her expression solemn. "I was shocked myself, guys. I mean, you should have seen him. He was all so different...""I can't believe this...John a tech genius," Kyla said, her voice filled with skepticism."Are you really sure it was John? Maybe he looked like John, but it wasn't John, but someone else?" Emma asked, her brow furrowed.Ashley pulled out her phone, her hands shaking slightly as she swiped through her photos. She found the pictures of John and hesitated for a moment before showing them to her friends.As they leaned in to see the images, their eyes widened in shock, and they gasped in unison.Milla's jaw dropped, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. Kyla's eyes bulged, her brow furrowed in astonishment.Emma's hands flew to her mouth, her eyes fixed on the screen with a shock expression."No way..." Milla breathed, her voice barely audib
~At a Cafe~Ashley and her friends were hanging out in a cozy cafe, surrounded by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of conversation. Her friends were busy discussing different topics, their hands gesturing animatedly as they chatted.Ashley, though present with them, had her mind somewhere else. She sat with her elbows on the table, her cup of tea in front of her, and her spoon spinning lazily in the liquid.As she stared off into space, her friends' voices became a distant hum, and her thoughts drifted back to the dinner party and the surprise meeting with John. Her brow furrowed, and her eyes squeezed shut, remembering the painful words she had said to him in the past.One of her friends, Milla, noticed her distant gaze and reached out to touch her hand.“Hey, Ashley, earth to Ashley!What's going on?” she asked, concern evident on her face. Milla's dark hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders as she leaned in, her brown eyes filled with compassion.Ashley's
John's eyes fixed on Ashley's, his mind stunned in disbelief. The room faded away, leaving only the two of them in a moment that felt like forever. Long-forgotten memories came rushing back, filling his thoughts with painful feelings.-------In the luxurious Golden Palm Hotel of Florida, Miami Beach, FL."Sir, your dinner has arrived."John O'Connor, dressed in his crisp room service uniform, knocked firmly on the door of room 714. He fidgeted slightly, adjusting his name tag as he waited."Coming!"A deep voice called out from inside. The door swung open, and John's eyes widened in shock. He didn't recognize the tall man who stood before him, but his heart skipped a beat as he saw the woman in a plush bathrobe behind him - Ashley, his girlfriend.John's eyes locked onto hers, his mind racing with questions. What was she doing here? With him? He felt like he'd been punched in the gut.The man gestured for John to enter, and he mechanically wheeled in the dinner cart, his eyes fixed o
~The dinner party~--------John stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his bow tie for what felt like the hundredth time. He was dressed fancily and extravagantly in a designer tuxedo by the famous designer, Reginald Laurent.The black tuxedo was tailored to perfection, accentuating his broad shoulders and chest. The white shirt was crisp and starched, with a subtle sheen that caught the light. The black bow tie was made of the finest silk, and John had struggled to tie it just right.John stepped out of his apartment and headed to the elevator, his heart racing with nervousness. He had never been to a party like this before, and the thought of meeting new people made him anxious.Especially since he had no memory of doing anything like this before. The car crash five years ago had taken away his memories, leaving him with a blank slate.As he approached the elevator, he took a deep breath and pushed the button. The doors slid open, and he stepped inside, relieved to be alone. But h
-------John and Finn stepped out of the run down building, the warm sun beating down on them. Finn waited for John to unlock the car door, but instead, John stood still, lost in thought.Finn moved closer, curiosity getting the better of him."Hey, boss? You okay?" he asked, eyeing John's introspective expression.John snapped back to reality, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, I'm fine, Finn. Just thinking." He gestured to the car, and Finn opened the door for him.As they settled into their seats, Finn buckled up and glanced at John through the rearview mirror."Um...sir, why did you decide to help your former landlord?" he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion."I mean, he treated you like dirt and constantly insulted you. So why would you help him pay off his debt, sir? I just don't get it."John adjusted his seatbelt, his eyes gazing out the window. "It's simple, Finn," he began, his voice low and thoughtful."Karma. I believe in treating others the way I want to be treat
--------Mr. Jenkins took another cigarette and started smoking, his hands shaking slightly as he inhaled deeply. He sat down in his worn armchair, his eyes fixed on John and Finn, who were still standing. "So... since you paid my debt, am I supposed to be grateful or something?" he sneered, his voice filled with resentment.John smiled, looking confident. He put his hands in his pockets and leaned back, looking relaxed. "I think you should be grateful, Mr. Jenkins. After all, I just saved you from financial ruin."Mr. Jenkins’ eyes got smaller, his face red with anger. He tapped his foot impatiently. "What do you want, John? You know I don't have the money to pay you back. But if you give me time, I'll get it. I promise."Finn spoke up before John could respond. He crossed his arms, looking serious. "How were you planning on paying my boss the money, Mr. Jenkins? Were you going to suck your tenants dry to get it?"Mr. Jenkins' face showed that he was getting more angry but he knew h
—----John walked out of his office and into the bright sunlight, his phone already in hand. He dialed Rachel's number, his eyes scanning the parking lot for Finn and the car."Hey Rachel, it's John. I need to reschedule our meeting for an hour later. Something urgent has come up," he said, his voice firm but apologetic."Okay, no problem sir. Is everything all right?" Rachel asked, her voice filled with concern.John nodded, even though she couldn't see him. "Yeah, everything's fine. I just need to take care of something."He ended the call and spotted Finn waiting by the car. "Hey Finn, I need to go to an address. It's an old apartment of mine."Finn raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. He started the engine and drove off into the streets. When they arrived at the address, Finn stared at the building, then back at the GPS, wondering if it was the wrong address. But the GPS indicated they were at the right destination. He looked at John from the rearview mirror, confusion etche
Kira
Great story so far!