--------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 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
~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'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
~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 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