As Logan continued to work, lost in his thoughts and distracted by the looming quest deadline, Daniel's voice suddenly interrupted his reverie."Logan, why are you here at work today?" Daniel asked, his surprise evident. "You should be at home, focusing on healing."Logan tried to sound cheerful despite his worries. "Hey, Daniel! I'm feeling great, really. Fit as a fiddle."Daniel raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Fit as a fiddle, huh? You look more like a harried rabbit. Your mind is somewhere else, my friend."Logan couldn't deny it; his mind was indeed occupied by the task ahead. He appreciated Daniel's concern, but he couldn't afford to stay home right now.They continued to work together, but Daniel couldn't help but notice that Logan's attention kept drifting. He would jolt his friend back to reality each time he caught Logan zoning out, trying to keep him focused on their tasks.As the afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, Logan grew increasingly anxious. He knew he h
The taxi carried Logan back to the hotel, but he wasn't in the mood to appreciate the journey. His heart was heavy with the significant deduction from his earnings. He paid the driver, entered the hotel, and made his way to his room.Inside the room, Logan couldn't contain his frustration any longer. He slumped into a chair, fuming about the substantial loss. He grabbed his phone and began to calculate the exact amount taken from his hard-earned savings."Twenty-five percent of 150 million dollars," Logan muttered as he tapped away at his phone's calculator. The numbers appeared on the screen, and he froze as he saw the result: 37.5 million dollars."37.5 million dollars," he repeated, his voice filled with disbelief. The reality of the loss hit him hard, and his frustration boiled over. He stood up abruptly, his face contorted in anger.Logan began to pace around the room, his voice raised in frustration. "All that hard work, dedication, and sacrifice just to lose 37.5 million dollar
As 4 pm arrived, Logan informed Daniel that he was leaving for the day, citing his safety concerns in Crescent Street. Daniel, being a loyal friend, supported Logan's decision, understanding the risks involved in their neighborhood."Take care, Logan. We'll catch up later," Daniel said, patting him on the back.Logan nodded, offering a grateful smile. He headed outside the canteen, ready to find a cab that would take him away from the looming danger. The setting sun cast long shadows across the streets, and Logan's unease grew with every passing minute.Just as he reached the main road, preparing to flag down a taxi, he spotted Carter's vehicle approaching. It was a lowrider, and Logan's heart sank as he saw Carter and his friends inside, laughing and pointing in his direction, their mocking gestures unmistakable.Fear coursed through Logan's veins, and he knew he had to retreat to the safety of the canteen. He quickly turned on his heels and rushed back inside the store, his breath c
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