Logan, slightly irritated by the receptionist's rude demeanor, moved to where she had instructed him to stand. He cleared his throat and asked politely, "May I speak with someone now?"The receptionist glanced at him, her impatience evident. "Hurry up. We don't typically attend to your type of people here."Logan, unfazed by her condescension, began to explain, "I understand, but I recently received notice of a property award, and I'm just looking for some clarification about its location and authenticity."Before he could finish his sentence, one of the receptionist's colleagues approached her and started discussing something urgently. They exchanged words, but it was clear they were ignoring Logan's presence. Annoyed, Logan interrupted, "Excuse me, I'm talking to you. Could you please check?"The colleague looked at Logan, baffled, and asked the receptionist, "What's the problem?"The receptionist sighed and referred to Logan dismissively, "This young man here wants something."Loga
Early the next day, Logan woke up with anticipation. The movers had promised to be there by 8 am, so he made sure everything was in order and that his belongings were neatly arranged as he had prepared the night before. He stepped outside, taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air, excited about his new life in the duplex.As the clock ticked towards 8 am, a large moving truck pulled into the parking lot. The vehicle was adorned with the logo of a well-known moving company, and the experienced crew hopped out, ready to assist Logan. They efficiently began the process of loading his possessions into the truck, their teamwork impressive.In the midst of the hustle and bustle, a woman who appeared to be the caretaker of the property approached Logan. She asked, "What's going on here? You're moving out?" Logan grinned, replying, "Yep, I'm hitting the road. Just like you wanted, right?" He added a little humor to the situation.The caretaker nodded, saying, "Well, we did discuss this,
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