Chapter Four: The Man Who Forgot His Past.

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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 ushering in a honored guest.

John hesitated for a moment, his curiosity and confusion warring with his instinct to run. But he found himself taking a step forward, drawn in by the mystery of it all. "What secrets is this place hiding?" he thought, his mind whirling with possibilities.

The man's smile grew wider, and he beckoned John inside. John took another step forward, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt like he was stepping into a different world, one that was full of secrets and surprises. And he couldn't wait to uncover them all.

The stranger was an imposing figure, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit and exuding an air of authority. John couldn't help but feel a little bit intimidated as he followed the stranger through the villa. Every room they passed was more luxurious than the last, filled with art, antiques, and fine furniture. John was starting to feel a little burdened when the stranger finally led him into a large, luxurious library.

The stranger gestured to a leather armchair by the fireplace, and John sat down, feeling like a small boy being scolded by a teacher. The stranger took a seat opposite him and leaned forward, his eyes fixed intently on John.

"You must be wondering who I am, right?" The stranger's smile was warm and engaging, but John nodded slowly, still feeling a little unsure.

The stranger's smile grew wider, and he extended his hand. "My name is Isaac Davis, CEO of EON Innovations. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, John." John shook his hand, still a little bewildered by the whole situation.

Isaac Davis's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his gaze fixed on John's face. "It's apparent you don't recollect who I am or what the company is all about," he thought, his expression sympathetic. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together as he began to explain.

Isaac Davis leaned forward, his eyes intense and desperate. "You see, John, EON Innovations was once a thriving company, known for its innovative and cutting-edge technology." He gestured with his hands, his voice filled with urgency. "But in recent years, we've been struggling to keep up with the competition. Our investors are getting restless, and we're on the verge of bankruptcy. We need something groundbreaking to save us.

“And that’s where you come in.”

John shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes darting around the room. "What do you mean... I come in?" he asked, his voice a little shaky.

Isaac's expression turned sincere, his voice filled with conviction. "You see, John. We've been searching for you for a long time." He paused, his eyes locked on John's. "We've heard about your unique skills, your creativity, and your ability to think outside the box." He leaned back in his chair, his hands steepled together. "When we finally found your location, we had to act fast, before any of our competitors could get to you first."

John's eyes widened, his mind racing with questions. "Why me? What makes you think I can help you?" he asked, his voice a little stronger now.

Isaac's smile was warm and encouraging. "We'll get to that in a minute, John. But first, let me assure you, we've gone to great lengths to find you because we believe you're the only one who can help us." His eyes locked on John's, his gaze intense. "And I hope you understand why we've done what we've done."

John's brow furrowed in confusion. "So, you're saying that you want me to work for you?" he asked, his eyes searching Isaac's face for clarity.

Isaac's smile grew wider, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. "Yes, I want you to come and work for us at EON Innovations." He leaned forward, his hands clasped together.

John's eyes widened as realization dawned. "Wait a minute... the hundred million... it was from you, wasn't it?" He shook his head, perplexed. "I'm sorry, sir, but I think you've got the wrong person."

John's voice trembled as he spoke, his eyes fixed on Isaac's face. "I'm just a waiter, sir. I serve tables. I have no degree in tech, no experience, no qualifications. I work three jobs just to make ends meet, and none of them have anything to do with tech." He shook his head again, his hands spread wide in disbelief. "You must have mistaken me for someone else. I can't possibly be the man you're looking for to save your company."

Isaac's laughter was warm and rich, his head shaking in amusement. "Look, Master John, I-"

"Master John? Whoa, hold the phone! I'm not your master. No one has ever called me that." John's eyes widened in surprise, his voice rising in disbelief.

Isaac's smile was warm and encouraging. "I'm sorry if you weren't comfortable with me calling you master, but I just recognize your potential." He leaned forward, his eyes locked on John's. "Because I have heard that you are the tech guru every company wants."

John shook his head, his hands raised in protest. "But I'm telling you, that's not me! I'm not a tech guru, I'm a waiter trying to make ends meet to stay alive in this country." His voice was laced with confusion and frustration.

Davis leaned forward, his expression serious. "I know you don't remember, but you are actually a big shot in tech until that unfortunate accident five years ago." He sighed, his eyes filled with a sympathetic gaze.

John's eyes widened in shock, his voice trembling. "What accident? I don't remember anything like that. How can you know something about me that I don't even know?" He leaned forward, his eyes searching Isaac's face for answers.

Davis's expression turned pitying, his voice soft. "It's okay if you don't remember. It's common for people who have faced something like that to lose chunks of their memory." He reached out, his hand on John's arm, his touch gentle.

John's gaze grew more confused, his eyes searching Davis's face for answers. What did he mean by "something like that"? What happened to him that made him lose his memory?

Davis leaned closer, his eyes locked on John's, his voice low and urgent. "Master John, we have been searching for you for a long time." He paused, his gaze intense. "Many thought you were dead, but I'm glad to see you proved them wrong."

John's mind reeled, his thoughts racing with questions. What was Davis talking about? What position was he supposed to take back?

Davis's voice was insistent, his words dripping with conviction. "You have to come back and take your position. Shake the tech world like you did years ago."

John's eyes widened, his mind in utter disarray. What was this man talking about? But he couldn't deny that inwardly, at that moment, he felt like Davis wouldn't lie to him. Was he indeed the Master John they had been searching for? Just what was his real identity?

And with that, Davis's phone rang, shrill and insistent. He glanced at the screen, his expression turning grave. "I have to take this, John. But we're not done here. Not by a long shot." And with that, he stood up and walked away, leaving John with more questions than answers...