2025-01-24 11:28:58The gnawing need to understand what had happened to me hadn’t faded—it had only grown stronger. I couldn’t keep living as Leo Torres without answers. Who had put me here? And, more importantly, why?
The only thing I was certain of was that this wasn’t random. This life—Leo’s life—was too vivid, too real. But there was one thing I still had, one thing that connected me to my old life: my memories as Orion Kane. Back then, I had a kingdom—a multi-billion-dollar empire with my name stamped on skyscrapers, luxury developments, and business ventures that spanned continents. If I could just find my company, my world, maybe I could figure out how to escape this nightmare and return to what was rightfully mine. I left the apartment early that morning, the sun barely rising above the horizon. The streets were quieter than usual, the vendors just beginning to set up their stalls. My mind raced as I walked, turning over every memory I could recall of Orion Industries—the addresses of my offices, the names of my associates, the details of every deal I’d ever made. But it wasn’t that simple. Leo’s world wasn’t the polished cityscape I was used to. The neighborhoods were cramped and chaotic, a maze of narrow streets and towering, graffiti-covered buildings. There were no sleek black cars waiting to whisk me away, no assistants to schedule my appointments. I was on my own, and the disparity between my two lives felt starker with every step I took. Eventually, I reached the edge of the city’s business district. The change was immediate—here, the buildings were taller, cleaner, their facades gleaming in the sunlight. Men and women in suits hurried past me, their heads down, clutching briefcases and phones. For a moment, I felt a flicker of familiarity. And then I saw it. The Orion Industries headquarters. The name glinted in bold silver letters across the top of the glass skyscraper, a monument to my success. I froze, staring up at the building that had once been my home away from home. I had spent years within those walls, building an empire from the ground up. It felt surreal to stand there now, an outsider looking in. I made my way to the entrance, my heart pounding. The revolving doors were polished to perfection, and inside, the lobby was as pristine as I remembered—marble floors, towering columns, and a massive chandelier that sparkled like a constellation. But as I stepped inside, I felt the first cracks of unease. The people bustling through the lobby didn’t spare me a glance, their focus on their own lives. The reception desk, manned by a woman in a crisp suit, seemed as unapproachable as a fortress. I hesitated, unsure of my next move. I had no ID, no way to prove I was who I claimed to be. To these people, I wasn’t Orion Kane. I was Leo Torres—a nobody. Still, I had to try. I approached the reception desk, my palms sweating. The woman looked up, her professional smile never wavering. “Can I help you?” she asked. “I need to speak to someone in management,” I said, trying to sound confident. Her smile faltered, just slightly. “Do you have an appointment?” “No, but it’s important. I... I used to work here.” Her brow furrowed, and she glanced at the computer in front of her. “What’s your name?” I hesitated. Saying “Orion Kane” would make me sound insane, but giving Leo’s name wouldn’t get me anywhere either. “Look,” I said, leaning forward. “I just need to speak to someone—anyone in charge. Please. It’s about the company.” Her expression hardened. “I’m sorry, sir, but without an appointment, I can’t let you through. If you’d like, I can schedule something for you, but the earliest availability is next month.” Next month? Frustration bubbled inside me, but I forced myself to stay calm. “I don’t have that kind of time. Please, just—” “Is there a problem here?” The voice behind me was deep and commanding. I turned to see a man in a tailored suit, his face sharp and composed. He was flanked by two security guards who eyed me with suspicion. “No problem,” I said quickly, though my heart raced. The man studied me for a moment, then turned to the receptionist. “Make sure he’s escorted out if he causes any more trouble.” Trouble? I opened my mouth to protest, but the guards stepped closer, and I realized I had no leverage. I wasn’t Orion Kane anymore. To them, I was just a desperate man in tattered clothes. “I’ll leave,” I muttered, backing away. The guards followed me until I was outside, their presence a silent warning. As the revolving doors shut behind me, I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me. This was my building. My empire. And I couldn’t even step inside. I lingered on the sidewalk, staring up at the skyscraper. The ache in my chest wasn’t just from the rejection—it was from the realization that the world I had built for myself was no longer mine. The people I had trusted to run my company didn’t even recognize me. But as I stood there, something else caught my attention. A man emerged from the building, his suit immaculate and his stride confident. I recognized him immediately—Elliot Greaves, my former right-hand man. He didn’t see me as he climbed into a sleek black car parked at the curb. But his presence stirred something inside me. Elliot had been by my side for years, managing the day-to-day operations of Orion Industries. If anyone could give me answers, it was him. I watched as the car pulled away, disappearing into traffic. My hands clenched into fists. If I couldn’t walk back into my old life, I’d have to find another way in. And Elliot Greaves was going to be my key.
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