The engine purred as Logan's boss maneuvered his car through the dimly lit streets of Crescent Street, the city's labyrinth of secrets and stories. The pulsating neon lights and distant hum of traffic seemed a world away from the chaos of the canteen. The boss glanced at Logan, breaking the silence. "So, Logan, how long have you been in Crescent Street?"Logan leaned back in the passenger seat, his thoughts still swirling from the evening's events. "A little over two years now."His boss nodded thoughtfully but then corrected him gently, "Actually, I meant when did you move in, not when you started working at the canteen."Logan furrowed his brow, puzzled by the specific question. "Oh, I moved here about three years ago, not long before I started working at the canteen."The boss nodded again, seemingly satisfied with Logan's answer. He knew Logan was a private person, not one to divulge much about his personal life. Still, he couldn't help but be curious about his employee's past.C
Sighing deeply, Logan decided that a heartfelt apology was in order. He couldn't afford another 25% penalty from the system, and more importantly, he genuinely wanted to make things right with Aella.He glanced at the time and realized that she would likely be at her workplace, the bank, by now. With a determined resolve, Logan finished his breakfast and headed to work. As he reached the canteen, he approached Daniel with a request."Hey, Daniel," Logan began, "I need a huge favor. Can you cover for me for a bit today? There's somewhere I need to go."Daniel raised an eyebrow, skeptical of Logan's sudden request. "You know I can't just cover for you whenever you feel like it, right? What's so important?"Logan leaned in closer, his voice low. "It's personal, Daniel, and it's really important. Please, what are friends for?"Daniel hesitated for a moment, then relented with a sigh. "Alright, Logan, but don't make this a habit. Just make it quick."Logan nodded gratefully and quickly got
Logan hesitated for a moment, his internal struggle evident in his furrowed brow. He wanted to tell Daniel about the mysterious system, but his instincts told him to keep it a secret. The less people knew about it, the better."There is..." Logan began to say, but then he stopped himself, cutting his sentence short. He shook his head and sighed. "Never mind, Daniel. It's nothing."Daniel, no stranger to Logan's guarded nature, nodded in response. "Alright, Logan, I won't push. But remember, I'm here if you ever want to talk."Logan gave a small, appreciative smile, grateful for Daniel's understanding. "Thanks, Daniel."With that, Logan decided it was time to leave. He couldn't afford to waste any more time if he wanted to reconcile with Aella before the system's deadline. He thanked Daniel once more and hurriedly made his exit.Logan hailed a cab and headed back to the bank, determined not to fail this time. He knew that he had to make amends with Aella, and he couldn't afford another
The Jizzy Club was a world Logan had never ventured into before. The moment he stepped through its glitzy entrance, he was assaulted by a sensory overload unlike anything he had experienced. The club was a labyrinth of flashing lights, pulsating music, and a sea of people, each lost in their own world.Logan, who was unaccustomed to such places, found himself disoriented by the loud thumping of the music that seemed to penetrate every fiber of his being. He was jostled and pushed by the crowd, and the air was thick with the scent of perfumes and alcohol.Feeling overwhelmed, Logan stepped out of the main area, his heart pounding from the chaos inside. He quickly dialed Daniel's number, hoping for a lifeline."Daniel," Logan said urgently when his friend picked up. "I can't handle this place. It's insane in here."Daniel's voice came through reassuringly. "Don't worry, Logan. I'm almost there. Just wait outside for me."Logan nodded, though he knew Daniel couldn't see it. He stepped aw
Logan reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of cash, and nervously dropped it onto the table. It was all the money he had on him, and it was a significant amount. The tension in the room grew as both Logan and the boss eyed each other.The onlookers began to chant, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" but it wasn't a physical confrontation they were anticipating—it was a high-stakes game of blackjack.Logan's heart pounded in his chest as he picked up his cards. The boss revealed his first card—a king. Logan's own cards were a 5 and a 7. He was facing an uphill battle.The game progressed, each card drawn adding to the tension in the room. Logan tried to remember the rules he had explained earlier, but the pressure was getting to him. The boss, on the other hand, seemed confident, his moves deliberate and calculated.As the game continued, Logan found himself second-guessing his decisions. Should he hit or stand? The boss had a substantial lead, and it felt like the odds were stacked against hi
Logan stood there, caught between fear and uncertainty, as the biker gang leader addressed him. The dimly lit casino section of the Jizzy Club felt even more claustrophobic as the gangsters' eyes bore into him.The gang leader's voice was gruff but surprisingly calm. "Hey, kid, why were you about to leave without taking your earnings?"Logan hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. He had been prepared to exit the situation quietly, hoping to avoid any further trouble. But now, with the gang leader's attention squarely on him, he had no choice but to respond."I... I wasn't interested in the money," Logan managed to say, his voice trembling ever so slightly.The gang leader leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto Logan's with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. "No my friend, you won that money fair and square. You can do whatever you want with it."Logan hesitated for a moment, torn between his instinct to avoid any further confrontation and the gang leader's insis
As they stumbled out into the cool night air, Logan's speech was slurred, and he swayed unsteadily on his feet. "I'm rich!" he declared with an exaggerated enthusiasm.Daniel chuckled and shook his head. "Easy there, Logan. It's just $2000. Let's get you home."Logan grinned, his confidence boosted by the alcohol. He leaned on Daniel for support as they made their way through the dimly lit streets of Crescent Street, heading toward Logan's temporary residence at the hotel.As they walked, Logan continued to exclaim, "I'm rich!" while Daniel tried to calm him down, reminding him that it was a modest sum of money. They laughed and stumbled their way home, making their way through the streets of Crescent Street, their friendship stronger than ever after an unexpected and eventful night at the Jizzy Club, the events of the night becoming a hazy but unforgettable memory.Logan awoke the next day with a pounding headache that made him regret every sip of alcohol he had indulged in the previ
"Has anyone seen Logan today?" the boss inquired.The coworkers exchanged uncertain glances before one of them spoke up. "Actually, I haven't seen him come in today."The boss's frown deepened, and he returned to Daniel. "Daniel, it seems like Logan hasn't arrived at all today. Why didn't you mention that earlier?"Caught in his lie, Daniel stammered, "I thought he might come in later. I didn't want to cause unnecessary concern."The boss's expression hardened. "Honesty is crucial in our workplace, Daniel. You should have informed me immediately. As a consequence, 1/3 of your salary will be deducted this month for your dishonesty."Daniel's face paled as he realized the gravity of the situation. He had only wanted to protect his friend, but his actions had backfired, and now he was facing the consequences of his deceit.After finalizing the details with the bank manager, Logan took the manager's suggestions to heart and agreed to open an account that would allow him to earn a percenta