Meanwhile, Eleanor, Logan's ex-girlfriend, sat in disbelief as she watched the news report about him. She hadn't seen or heard from him in quite some time, and his sudden acquisition of a luxurious duplex had left her astonished. She quickly dialed his number, her curiosity getting the better of her.Logan's phone rang, and he was startled when he saw Eleanor's name on the caller ID. They hadn't spoken since their last conversation, which had been far from amicable. He hesitantly answered the call, his voice calm as he greeted her, "Eleanor?"Eleanor's voice sounded a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Logan, were you really awarded that building? I can't believe my eyes, what's this I'm seeing on the news?"Logan replied, "Yes, it's me. It's quite a surprise for me too."Eleanor wasted no time in getting to the point. "Could we meet up, Logan? I'd like to talk, catch up, you know."Logan hesitated for a moment, considering the offer. He hadn't expected to hear from her, but he also real
Logan placed a sum of cash on the table, far more than the cost of their meal, and stormed out of the restaurant, leaving Eleanor to contemplate her actions.Outside the restaurant, Logan scanned the bustling crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of Aella. He was torn between the desire to explain the awkward situation with Eleanor and the frustration of not being able to find her. The sea of people made it impossible to locate one person, and he guessed that Aella had already left for home.As he reluctantly made his way back home, he couldn't help but feel quite sorry for Eleanor. He'd guess he must have taken it too serious but couldn't reverse it and for some reasons, he was interested in seeing how she was doing. Yet, Aella's sudden appearance had stirred up old memories, and he regretted not being able to chat with her longer but knew he had enough time to do just that.Inside, Eleanor was feeling a mix of emotions. She was insulted by Logan's abrupt exit, wondering if he had walked
As Logan sat in his small kitchen, finishing a quick breakfast, he couldn't shake the feeling that life had taken another unexpected turn. The system, which had brought him both wealth and complications hadn't given him any new task yet and since he had grown accustomed to living that way, he felt bored of being idle. He had considered going out to look for employment, even if it meant something minor, to keep himself occupied and regain a sense of purpose. But before he could set his plans in motion, his phone rang, displaying an unfamiliar number.Hesitating for a moment, Logan finally answered. "Hello?"The voice on the other end was that of a concerned, middle-aged man. "Is this Mr. Logan?"Logan frowned, his curiosity piqued. "Yes, this is Logan. Who's calling?"The man identified himself as Dr. Samuel Harrison from St. Peter's Hospital, a name Logan hadn't heard before. His heart raced as he mentioned Aella's name."Do you know Aella Clarkson?" the doctor inquired.Logan's voice
Logan and Daniel decided to extend their impromptu reunion by heading to a nearby bar for drinks and food. It was a chance to catch up and enjoy some moments of relaxation. They entered the dimly lit establishment, with the low hum of conversations and soft jazz music playing in the background.After finding a suitable corner booth, they settled in and called the server to take their orders. Logan signaled for a couple of beers, and they decided to share a plate of nachos. The drinks arrived swiftly, and they clinked their glasses.As they sipped their drinks and munched on nachos, Logan couldn't help but be curious about the current situation at the canteen. He leaned in and asked Daniel, "So, what's the current state of the place?"Daniel took a sip of his beer, contemplating his response. "Well, from what I've heard, the main owner wants to sell the place. Can't say I blame him entirely, though. He's getting old, and he's got some health issues. Can't really manage his businesses a
The saleswoman's voice turned sharp as she scolded Logan, "I demand that you leave the suit and go!" Her loud objections drew the attention of the two gentlemen nearby, who walked over to the scene. One of the men reprimanded the saleswoman, saying, "You shouldn't embarrass potential customers like this." He then turned to Logan and asked, "What brings you here? Are you interested in buying the suit?"Logan, grateful for the intervention, explained, "She's been stopping me from buying it." The other gentleman supported Logan and told the saleswoman, "Step aside Fionna, let him examine the suit. We'll see if he can afford it. Can he try it on?"The saleswoman, still displeased, retorted, "Customers like him can't just try on suits without a deposit. I doubt he can afford it." The other two men exchanged surprised glances, taken aback by her judgment.Determined to prove himself, Logan reached into his wallet and carefully counted out the money. He sensed their skepticism as he placed
Logan walked through the early evening, still fuming over his encounter with the rude saleswoman. He couldn't believe how some people could behave so callously in this century, and he secretly hoped that she'd lose her job for her behavior. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows on the streets, Logan decided to take a leisurely stroll home. He thought the fresh air might help him clear his mind. However, as he moved further along the path, he couldn't help but notice two young men behind him. They walked with a strange urgency, and Logan couldn't shake the feeling that they had been following him since he left the boutique.He tried to wave off his negative thoughts, thinking he might be paranoid, but the feeling of being pursued persisted. As he turned into a narrow side road, he glanced back to see if they would stop following him. To his dismay, they continued down the narrow path without hesitation.Logan decided to hide momentarily behind a building, peeking ou
The bartender's curiosity was piqued, and he leaned in closer. "Can you describe these guys who did this to you?"Logan thought for a moment, trying to recall their features. "There were two of them," he began. "One was really skinny, and the other was a bit on the heavier side. The bigger one had some dark ink on his neck, like a tattoo or something."The bartender's eyes widened in recognition. "I think I know who you're talking about," he said, sounding surprised.Logan's interest was piqued. "You do? Who are they?"The bartender leaned in, lowering his voice. "How about a deal? I'll take you to them for a hundred bucks."Logan considered the offer. He knew he could afford it, and the chance to find out who was behind the attack was too tempting to pass up. "I'm in," he replied, determined to get to the bottom of this.The bartender smiled and leaned back, resuming his duties. "Great. My shift ends at 7 p.m. Wait for me, and we'll head over to meet these guys."Logan nodded, finish
As Logan's eyes darted around the dimly lit, arena, he could feel a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. The loud, thudding music that had accompanied the ongoing brawl was now pounding in his chest. He was certain the two bullies who had tormented him for years were here. He had followed a trail of rumors and cryptic messages to this illegal fight club in town, but now that he was standing amidst the raucous crowd, he wasn't entirely sure what to do next.A nervous thought gnawed at him: Should he report this to the police? But then the voices of doubt crept in. What if his tormentors were not here when the authorities arrived, or worse, what if they traced this tip-off back to him? The notion of retaliation seemed tempting, but it was laden with risks.Just as Logan was contemplating his next move, the system's cold, mechanical voice intruded into his thoughts, startling him. "New task, Logan," it whispered in his head, "you should take revenge on the strangers who beat you and