----------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
----------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 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
------The message confirmed his fear. The landlord had sent him an ultimatum text that if he doesn’t pay his rent soon, he would be kicked out. He was given just one week to make the payment.John stood in silence, thinking desperately of what to do. His salary wasn't due to be paid till next two weeks and he was currently broke.There was no savings left as he had spent the little bonuses he got on groceries. What was he going to do?As he thought about this, he suddenly reasoned perhaps he could borrow some money. But he wasn't on good terms with his neighbors as they all despise him for his miserable state.“I need to think of something or I will be thrown out. But what?” he thought as he paced back and forth in his run down apartment. “If I don’t pay my rent, that heartless landlord of mine wouldn’t hesitate to kick me out. And I’ll be out on the street.”The thought of being out on the street gave John shivers. He knew that he had to come up with a way to pay up his rent.The fa
------John was overwhelmed and thanked Mrs. Nora with a nod before heading back to his apartment. "Thank you, Mrs. Nora...I don't know what I would do without your help," he whispered, his voice barely audible.He ignored the other neighbors' accusing gazes and rushed back into his apartment, his eyes cast down. As he entered, he quickly typed a message to his landlord on his phone: "I'll send your payment tomorrow."The landlord replied with a sarcastic tone, and John's face burned with humiliation as he read the words on his screen. "Did you borrow money again? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Well, I actually don't care as long as you pay my rent."John felt a surge of anger and frustration, but he knew there was nothing he could do. "Why can't they just leave me alone?" he muttered, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He slammed his phone on the table, making the dishes rattle, and stormed into the kitchen, grabbing the first thing he could find to eat - a stale cookie
------John hailed a cab and gave the driver the address, his eyes fixed on the piece of paper in his hand. The cab finally pulled up to the address, and John got out, his hands shaking slightly as he paid the fare.He looked up at the building, his eyes widening in awe. It was massive, easily three stories tall, with a high ceiling and tall windows. John had never seen anything like it before. "Who could possibly live in such a big, fancy house?" he thought, his mind racing with questions. "Was Mrs. Nora wealthy? I certainly had no idea."He walked towards the door, his footsteps slow and deliberate, and knocked. Bang! Bang!! The sound echoed through the silence. After a few seconds, the door was opened by a tall and apparently well-fed man, who burst into a wide smile when he saw John."Hi, John. I'm so glad you could make it. Please, come in," the man exclaimed, his voice warm and welcoming. He gestured for John to enter the magnificent villa, his arm sweeping wide like a host ushe
-------John sat there, frozen in confusion, as Davis walked away to answer his phone. He couldn't make sense of what was happening. Who was he, really? What position was he supposed to take back? And what did Davis mean by "shake the tech world like you did years ago"?Davis returned and sat back down, his expression apologetic. "Sorry about that." He gestured to his phone, still clutched in his hand. "I had to take it. It was an important call."He noticed John's confused and unconvinced expression and leaned forward, his eyes intense. "Five years ago, people in the tech world would tremble at the mention of your name." He began to speak, his words pouring out in a passionate torrent.John's eyes widened, his mind racing with questions. Davis's words were like a puzzle piece, fitting into place with a satisfying click.Davis's hands gestured animatedly as he spoke. "You were considered one of the most brilliant minds in the industry. You developed groundbreaking technologies and cre
—----After the contract signing, John was escorted to his new luxurious apartment by Michael. As they entered, a smooth, melodic voice filled the air."Welcome, John O'Connor."John's eyes widened in surprise, and he spun around, trying to locate the source of the voice. He looked at Michael with a hint of fear in his eyes.Michael chuckled and nodded reassuringly. "That's just the AI voice device, John. It's been programmed to assist you with anything you need."John looked around the room, still trying to wrap his head around the sudden greeting. He took a step forward, his curiosity piqued. "Hey, AI...what's your name?""Hello, John. My name is Nova. I'm here to help you with any questions or tasks you may have. How may I assist you today?" The voice seemed to come from all around him, and John turned around, trying to locate the source.John's eyes lit up with excitement. He nodded eagerly, his hands gesturing as he spoke. "Nova, huh? Well, Nova, can you show me around this place