The next morning, Jarad Brown, Mr. Nuri’s Paralegal, greeted Conor with breakfast. “Mr. Nuri was called away to one of our other offices out of town on urgent business. But I can take you anywhere you need to go this morning.”
“Umm, well I probably need to check-in at work”
Jarad drove Conor to the GrizlHut. As Conor walked in, he was met by the glaring eyes of a cross-armed Pops.
“If you think that Mr. Cochan is going to tolerate a drug dealer working here and using his business as a distribution point, you are dumber than I thought. Hand over your uniform, NOW!”
“But that’s not what happened! I can explain! No, my lawyer can explain!” Conor reached for the door but saw Jarad already driving away.
“Now, Conor! Hand it over. Not only were you arrested but I had to deal with a customer complaint about you trying to charge her for something she didn’t even order! Jessica should never have married you and if I have any influence I will see you ou
It was almost noon when he arrived home, his mind still reeling from the events of the past day. He was surprised to see Jessica already home, sitting at their small dining table and picking at a salad.“Jess, what are you doing here? I thought you were at your dad’s office today,” Conor said, trying to keep his tone light despite the tension he felt.Jessica looked up, her expression unreadable. “I could ask you the same thing! Isn’t today one of your shifts at Grizlhut? And where were you last night? I never heard you come in.”Conor felt his face flush as he tried to decide how to explain. The events of the previous night were still fresh in his mind, but he knew how bad it would sound. “Well… last night, I ran into some legal trouble… I was framed while on a pizza run.”Jessica’s eyes widened in shock. “What!? What the hell, Conor?”“I swear, I’m innocent! My lawyer can explain everything. But Pops wouldn’t listen—he just knows the cops questioned me, so he fired me on the spot. Di
Conor hung up with a small glimmer of hope, but still a bit at a loss as to how the week would go. He was hopeful that his new job would provide some opportunities, but that didn’t start until the morning. He decided to wander around town and perhaps look for something nice he could make for Jessica for diner. As he strolled through town, he come to a local megastore. Things tended to be less expensive here and they carried many products from all over the kingdom. Conor wandered inside, hoping to be inspired. He strode down one of the aisles, an elderly old lady reached for something on the top shelf. She was so short she was practically climbing the shelves to try to grab a box. Conor rushed over and offered to help. A look of relief washed over the lady’s face. “Thank you, young man. The one on the left please.” Conor easily grabbed the box of cereal and placed it in her cart. “No problem. Glad I could help.” The old lady smiled at him and said, “You are ra
Conor arrived home with a sense of determination. He was exhausted from the day’s events, but tonight, he wanted to do something special.It had been far too long since he and Jessica had shared a peaceful evening together, and he hoped tonight could be a step toward mending the distance that had grown between them.He set about preparing dinner, starting with a shrimp bisque bourbon soup. The rich aroma of simmering shrimp, butter, and bourbon filled the small kitchen as he carefully stirred the pot.He moved on to the main course, a shrimp scampi with a garlic butter sauce. The smell of roasting garlic mingled with the scent of fresh herbs, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.As the food cooked, Conor laid out a simple but elegant dining set on their small table. He placed two candles, which the store manager had provided, in the center and lit them, watching as the soft glow flickered across the room.Everything was ready. All that remained was for Jessica to come home.He glan
Conor arrived at Jackson’s Furniture at 8 a.m. sharp the next morning. He had chosen to wear his new suit and tie since that was similar to what the sales team had been wearing yesterday. When he walked through the doors, several sales associates powerwalked over to him. “Can we help you find anything today?” “Are you looking for a sofa, or perhaps a recliner?” “How about dining room furniture?” “I can direct you to the bedroom suites.” Conor was overwhelmed and held up his hands. “I am a new employee. I am just here to meet with Mr. Matthews and get my assignment.” “Oh.” The dejection and disappointment were clear on each of their faces. As they drifted away, one lingered and finally stepped forward, hand outstretched. “name’s Arty. Arty Maron. You said you were to meet with the boss?” Arty was a thin man in his later fifties, with wispy gray hair combed over a balding head. He wore thin glasses near the end of his nose. “Yes
As Conor made his way up the stairs and along the walkway to his apartment, he noticed Yuri waiting outside. At fifteen, Yuri was still a bit short for his age, but he was quickly maturing, both in height and in his passion for game development.Conor had come to think of Yuri as the little brother he never had, and seeing the excitement on the boy’s face brought a smile to his own.“Conor! You’re home!” Yuri exclaimed, practically bouncing on his toes.“What’s up, Yuri? Everything okay?” Conor asked, curious about the source of Yuri’s enthusiasm.“You’re not going to believe this!” Yuri’s words tumbled out in a rush. “Mr. Nuri managed to get me a spot at the Bayan Gaming Convention this weekend! He says Mom can take me, and I’ll be able to present the game! This is HUGE!!! All the top companies will be there, showing off their new games and systems! If I can get one of them to like ‘Song of Dragons,’ we could go multiplatform and, and…”“WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, slow down, Yuri!” Conor chuck
Conor woke the next morning feeling a surge of optimism. Jessica was making progress with her advertising plan for the mall, Peter Miros was on track to secure solid business from the city council and chamber of commerce, and Yuri was poised for a big launch of his new game at the upcoming convention.Things were definitely looking up for the week. However, despite the good news, Conor was acutely aware that he still had only a few days left to make up the remainder needed for their bills by the end of the week.As Conor made his way to Jackson Furniture, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He quickly pulled it out, glancing at the caller ID before answering.“Hello?”“Mr. Brantley, this is Jarad, with Mr. Nuri’s office. I’m working with Abby Weiss today, and we got a call from the spice shop near GrizlHut. It seems the Spice of Life mix is doing really well, and the owner is asking for some part-time help with his taste-testing events. Would you be interested in the work?”“Umm, yes! When
Three o’clock rolled around, and Conor clocked out from Jackson’s Furniture, eager to start his second job of the day.As he made his way to Mr. Arroz’s Spice Emporium, the pungent aroma of exotic spices filled the air, instantly reminding him of the days he had spent recently working next door with Cara.He briefly wondered if she had a shift this afternoon, but those thoughts were quickly interrupted by a familiar voice.“Ah, Conor, my boy! Come, come!” Mr. Arroz called out with his characteristic enthusiasm, his thick Pruarian accent carrying easily over the bustling street. The jovial older man had always been kind to Conor and seemed particularly thrilled to see him today.“Conor, that combination you suggested is selling like nothing I have ever had in my shop! You are truly Celia blessed! And that Mr. Nuri you introduced me to—already, he is having orders placed for a shop near his headquarters!”Conor smiled warmly at the darker-skinned Mr. Arroz, feeling a sense of pride in th
He could feel Mr. Arroz watching him, and turned to shake the man’s hand. “Thank you for this opportunity.”“If you do as well out here as you did creating that Spice of Life, I’ll have something special for you at the end of the shift,” Mr. Arroz promised, his eyes twinkling with excitement. He seem to come to a decision and turned, disappearing back into his shop, leaving Conor to manage the table.Conor eyed the jars of spices and the small crowd that passed by. The pungent aroma wafted around him, a blend of the familiar and the exotic.Families strolled by, some pausing to sniff curiously, others moving briskly toward GrizlHut or the arcade on the other side of the Spice Emporium. As the evening progressed, Conor enjoyed the pleasant interactions with the few patrons who stopped by, even managing to make a few sales.Just as he was settling into the rhythm of the evening, a familiar head of brunette hair bobbed out of GrizlHut and headed in his direction.“Conor?”Conor turned to