The night after meeting Marcus, Adam lay awake, staring at the ceiling of his dimly lit apartment. The thin, faded curtains did little to block out the streetlights outside, casting dull orange glows over the peeling paint on his walls. It felt so real everything he’d been offered, the new life he might finally have a chance to build.
He turned Marcus’s words over in his mind, letting them sink in.
.“Potential isn’t about what you have—it’s about what you’re willing to become and what you're willing to give up."
No one had ever believed he was capable of becoming something great in the nearest future. Not Emily his wife, not her family. And truthfully, he’d stopped believing it himself a long time ago.
But here he was, with a folder full of business leads, investment options, and connection of wealth. All he had to do was take that first step, to make it believable.
Finally, just before dawn, Adam drifted off into an uneasy sleep, his mind restless with a strange new mix of fear and anticipation.
The next morning, Adam got up so early, slipping into his only decent suit—a dark gray one with frayed cuffs and a loose button he’d never gotten around to fixing. He brushed his hair fast, straightened his tie, and took one last look at himself in the mirror before making an exist to the outside world.
This was finally it. No more excuses to give.
He opened the folder and picked one of the leads, deciding to start little by little. An old café on the edge of the business district had just gone up for sale. It wasn’t glamorous, but it had potential and it was in a perfect sale site.
The café was near the new metro station, so it could become a hit with commuters, given the right sales.
He took a deep breath, grabbed the folder, and headed out the door, still with him thinking on how the day would be like.
He finally stepped out, reaching the cafe already.
The café was even shabbier than he’d expected of it to be, but it was easy to see that it had once been charming and beautiful.
With the faded blue paint flaked off the walls, the sign above the door hung up there, and a few letters were missing from the name:
R sewood Café.
But inside of it, he found worn leather chairs, small wooden tables, and a long counter that was somehow cozy despite its age.
The current owner, a middle-aged man named Joe, greeted him with a smile on his face.
“You interested in buying the place?” Joe asked, his tone more skeptical than hopeful.
Adam nodded to him.
“I’d like to hear more about the property, if you don’t mind.”
Joe snorted, scratching his head.
“I don’t know what to say, really. Business has been rough for a while now. Too much competition with the fancy coffee chains. The regulars all disappeared once a new café opened down the block. Guess they got tired of the hard experience.”
Adam glanced around, taking in every detail the middle aged man had. The café had character, he just needed to figure out how to make that work in its favor.
His mind flashed back to his days working as a barista in college. Those days had been harder for him, but he’d learned a thing or two about running a café, about the regulars who craved connection as much as coffee.
“You know,” he said, turning back to Joe, “this place has something those fancy chains can’t replicate. Personality. People miss that. They want a place that feels… genuine, and comfortable.”
Joe looked at him with surprise, his brows raised looking speckitcal.
“You really think that could bring customers back here?”
Adam nodded, feeling a spark of excitement rise up within himself.
“If you give them something the big chains can't offer, unique blends, community events, a personal touch. I think this place could be packed again.”
Joe’s skeptical expression softened, and for a moment, Adam saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
“I think that lot of work, you know. Running a café isn’t easy.”
Adam smiled, despite the anxiety gnawing at him. “I’m not afraid of hard work.”
After a long pause, Joe nodded, extending his hand. “Alright. You’ve got yourself a deal. I’ll even stick around for a couple of weeks, show you the ropes.”
They shook hands, and just like that, Adam had taken his first step into success.
****
The next few days passed in a blur of cleaning, repairs, and brainstorming sessions with Joe. Adam poured every ounce of energy into making the café feel fresh and inviting. He painted the walls a soft teal, replaced the half destroyed sign, and even invested in a new espresso machine to give customers a richer experience. Joe introduced him to a handful of remaining regulars, and slowly, word began to spread about the changes.
On the day of the re-opening, Adam arrived early, his nerves taut as he set up the chalkboard outside with the day’s specials. He straightened the tables, checked the coffee supply, and adjusted the fresh flowers he’d placed on each table. By the time the doors opened, he was practically vibrating with anticipation.
For the first hour, only a few customers trickled in—mostly curious passersby. Adam did his best to welcome them with a warm smile and engage in casual conversation. Slowly but surely, people began to linger, chatting over their coffees and complimenting the new ambiance.
By noon, the café was buzzing with energy. A group of office workers came in on their lunch break, curious about the new menu that one of their colleagues had mentioned. Adam moved between tables, taking orders, refilling cups, and chatting with customers about the café’s history, which Joe had happily filled him in on.
When a couple lingered at the counter, debating whether to try the blueberry scones, Adam jumped in, sharing a story Joe had told him about a regular who’d once declared them “the best in the city.” The couple laughed and ordered a pair, clearly charmed by the personal touch.
By the end of the day, the café had made more than it had in weeks. Joe clapped Adam on the shoulder as they closed up, his face filled with pride.
“You did good, kid,” Joe said, his voice warm and welcoming. “Feels like the old days again. People actually seem happy to be here.”
Adam felt a swell of pride, something he hadn’t felt in years. He’d done it. He’d taken the first step, proven to himself that he could turn something forgotten into something valuable.
But his success didn’t go unnoticed. Just as he locked the door and turned to head home, he spotted a familiar figure leaning against a sleek black car parked across the street. Marcus Caldwell stood with his arms crossed, watching him with a faint, knowing smile.
Adam’s heart raced as he approached.
“Marcus… What are you doing here?”
Marcus inclined his head, his gaze intense. “I wanted to see if you had what it takes to do this. I have to say, you’ve surprised me more than I thought."
Adam swallowed, unsure if this was praise or another test. “So… what now?”
Marcus’s smile widened. “Now, you keep moving forward. Today was impressive, but it’s only the beginning. There’s a long road ahead, Adam, and it won’t be easy as you think.”
Adam nodded, a strange excitement bubbling in his chest despite the warning. “I understand.”
Marcus stepped closer, lowering his voice.
“Good. Because from now on, you’re not just running a café. You’re building something much bigger. And if you succeed… let’s just say the Taylors will regret ever dismissing you after from there life.”
The words hung in the air, heavy with promise. Adam’s heart thudded in his chest as he processed the meaning behind them.
He wasn’t just on a journey to success. He was on the path to reclaiming his dignity, his pride, and his future. And with Marcus’s help, he was ready to show the Taylors exactly who they had underestimated.
He was about to rise to the peak. And make them regret all there actions.
The next morning, Adam woke up feeling a mix of satisfaction and nervous anticipation within of himself. The café’s success yesterday had lit a fire in him, and for the first time in year's, he felt like he could actually build something of his own. But Marcus’s parting words lingered, a reminder that he’d just scratched the surface of whatever game he’d entered. He needed to prove he was worthy, to keep this momentum going, he needed to tell the world that he wasn't an unsuccessful man, who begs his wife family for food.As he unlocked the café and started setting up for the new day, his phone vibrated with an unknown number flashing on the screen. He hesitated, then answered without two thoughts.“Adam Reed speaking.”“Mr. Reed,” came Marcus’s calm, unmistakable voice. “I’m totally pleased with what you’ve accomplished at Rosewood Café. But if you’re serious about changing your life, you’ll need to tackle bigger challenges.”Adam swallowed, gripping the phone tighter. “I’m ready
The morning sun filtered through the smudged glass windows of Rosewood Café, casting a soft glow over the tables and countertops that Adam had come to see as his own little kingdom. He was here early, trying to settle his nerves. Today, he’d be meeting with the architect and project manager that Marcus had lined up. It was a big step, and the gravity of what he was undertaking was finally sinking in faster than expected. He was no longer just scraping by; he was building something that could change his life forever.As he adjusted a fresh vase of flowers on the counter, his phone buzzed up. He glanced at the screen. Unknown number.“Hello, this is Adam Reed.”“Mr. Reed,” a voice answered, clipped and professional. “This is Evelyn Grey, the architect. I’ll be meeting you at the building site shortly. My partner, Mr. Grant, the project manager, will be joining us as well.”“Great, thank you. I’ll be there soon,” Adam replied, trying to sound more confident than he felt of himself.As h
Adam woke up the next morning with a new fire in his chest. His encounter with Richard Lawson the day before had only intensified his determination to work more harder. If anything, he now had a personal mission: to show everyone, especially Lawson, that he wasn’t someone to be dismissed or to be played with.At Rosewood Café, the familiar hum of customers and the rich aroma of coffee grounded him as he opened for business. The café had become his sanctuary, the one place where he felt in control of. But today, that peace didn’t last long. Halfway through his shift, Marcus appeared at the counter, looking like he owned the place.“Adam,” Marcus said, his gaze serious and Stren, sending a sharp warning. “We need to talk. Now.”Adam gestured to the back room, and Marcus followed him inside. Once the door closed, Marcus wasted no time at all.“I hear you had a run-in with Richard Lawson,” he said, his voice low and menacing.Adam’s stomach twisted with the mentioned name. “Yeah. I didn
Adam walked into Rosewood Café the next morning feeling the weight of his alliance with Brooks pressing down on him, like a Strong burden. He had a strong backer now, but he couldn’t shake the thought that he’d traded one kind of risk for another. Brooks wanted revenge on Lawson, and Adam was merely the means to that end. He’d have to stay sharp and watch his own back.As he set up for the day, his phone rang. It was Marcus.“Morning, Adam,” Marcus greeted, his tone brisk abd calm. “Just wanted to check in and see how things went with Brooks the other day.”“It went well, I think,” Adam replied cautiously with a smile. “He agreed to back me, but he’s taking a twenty percent cut of the profits I'd make.”Marcus chuckled to Adams Word's.“Not surprising. That’s Brooks for you—he never does anything for free. But don’t underestimate him. He can be a valuable asset.”Adam sighed. “I know. But I’m not naive, Marcus. I realize Brooks is using me just as much as I’m using him.”“Good. Keep
After the small victory of clearing the inspection, Adam’s optimism grew. He’d faced Lawson’s interference and had come out on top, at least for now. For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to imagine the café finally growing into something bigger, and his vision for the building finally coming to life.That afternoon, he met with Evelyn to go over the next steps for the renovations. She spread out blueprints and estimates on one of the empty tables in the café, her pen gliding over the papers as she explained the stages of work in detail.“So, the electrical rewiring should start in a week,” she said, tapping on a particular section of the blueprint. “But we’ll need a few more permits for the more intensive structural work. I’m working on expediting that process, but it could still take a little time.”Adam nodded, taking it all in. “I trust you, Evelyn. Just keep me updated on anything that needs my approval or signature.”She offered him a small smile, her eyes brigh
The pendant in Adam’s hand felt heavier than it should be, as though the initials engraved on its surface carried the weight of his long time buried past. The chilly night air bit at his skin, but it was nothing compared to the cold that had settled deep in his chest ànd open lungs. Whoever this man was, he wasn’t bluffing. Adam’s mother had been gone for years, but the pendant was unmistakably hers—a keepsake she had cherished. And now, it was here, in the hands of a stranger threatening his future. His grip tightened around the pendant as he left the docks, his thoughts racing. Who was behind this? Lawson was conniving, but this was far beyond a business rivalry. This was personal. Too personal. Adam’s phone buzzed in his pocket, jolting him from his thoughts. He pulled it out, the screen glowing with Evelyn’s name. “Evelyn?” he answered, his voice tight. Her voice was hurried, almost frantic. “Adam, are you okay? I was worried when you left earlier. I just… I had a bad fee
The coordinates burned in Adam’s mind as he stared at the scrap of paper he held. His instincts screamed for him to let it go, to shove the pendant, the key, and the note into a drawer and forget they ever existed or came by his own side. But he couldn’t just let's all this away. Whoever had sent this wasn’t just trying to rattle him around, but they were dragging him into something he couldn’t resist doing.By morning, Adam’s decision was funny made. He loaded the whole coordinates into his phone’s GPS, which pointed him to a location a few miles outside the city. It was a remote area near an abandoned industrial park. The rational part of him said it was a trap, but curiosity and a gnawing need for answers overrode his fear. The drive out was totally quiet. The city’s bustle faded behind him as the urban areas gave way to crumbling warehouses and overgrown lots. The area felt totally lifeless, like it had been forgotten by time. Adam parked his car near the coordinates, gripping t
Adam Reed’s morning began the same way it always did on a normal bad,surrounded by disdain.He sat at the vast, polished dining table of the Taylor mansion, wedged between his indifferent wife, Emily, and her sneering brother, Patrick. Across his sitting position, his father-in-law, George Taylor, watched him like a hawk sizing up prey, his gaze sharp, disapproving, and calculating.“Adam, tell me,” George’s voice was low, dripping with contempt, while Adam chest race, “did you even attempt to secure that deal, or did you simply waste my time and money, and all my contact?”Adam’s jaw tightened with the questions thrown at him. He had spent days chasing that deal, bending over backward to secure a partnership for the family’s business. He’d spoken to contacts, networked with gatekeepers, tried every angle he could possibly reach, but ultimately, without the Taylor name giving him leverage, he’d been politely brushed aside, like a nobodyHe opened his mouth to respond to the question,
The coordinates burned in Adam’s mind as he stared at the scrap of paper he held. His instincts screamed for him to let it go, to shove the pendant, the key, and the note into a drawer and forget they ever existed or came by his own side. But he couldn’t just let's all this away. Whoever had sent this wasn’t just trying to rattle him around, but they were dragging him into something he couldn’t resist doing.By morning, Adam’s decision was funny made. He loaded the whole coordinates into his phone’s GPS, which pointed him to a location a few miles outside the city. It was a remote area near an abandoned industrial park. The rational part of him said it was a trap, but curiosity and a gnawing need for answers overrode his fear. The drive out was totally quiet. The city’s bustle faded behind him as the urban areas gave way to crumbling warehouses and overgrown lots. The area felt totally lifeless, like it had been forgotten by time. Adam parked his car near the coordinates, gripping t
The pendant in Adam’s hand felt heavier than it should be, as though the initials engraved on its surface carried the weight of his long time buried past. The chilly night air bit at his skin, but it was nothing compared to the cold that had settled deep in his chest ànd open lungs. Whoever this man was, he wasn’t bluffing. Adam’s mother had been gone for years, but the pendant was unmistakably hers—a keepsake she had cherished. And now, it was here, in the hands of a stranger threatening his future. His grip tightened around the pendant as he left the docks, his thoughts racing. Who was behind this? Lawson was conniving, but this was far beyond a business rivalry. This was personal. Too personal. Adam’s phone buzzed in his pocket, jolting him from his thoughts. He pulled it out, the screen glowing with Evelyn’s name. “Evelyn?” he answered, his voice tight. Her voice was hurried, almost frantic. “Adam, are you okay? I was worried when you left earlier. I just… I had a bad fee
After the small victory of clearing the inspection, Adam’s optimism grew. He’d faced Lawson’s interference and had come out on top, at least for now. For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to imagine the café finally growing into something bigger, and his vision for the building finally coming to life.That afternoon, he met with Evelyn to go over the next steps for the renovations. She spread out blueprints and estimates on one of the empty tables in the café, her pen gliding over the papers as she explained the stages of work in detail.“So, the electrical rewiring should start in a week,” she said, tapping on a particular section of the blueprint. “But we’ll need a few more permits for the more intensive structural work. I’m working on expediting that process, but it could still take a little time.”Adam nodded, taking it all in. “I trust you, Evelyn. Just keep me updated on anything that needs my approval or signature.”She offered him a small smile, her eyes brigh
Adam walked into Rosewood Café the next morning feeling the weight of his alliance with Brooks pressing down on him, like a Strong burden. He had a strong backer now, but he couldn’t shake the thought that he’d traded one kind of risk for another. Brooks wanted revenge on Lawson, and Adam was merely the means to that end. He’d have to stay sharp and watch his own back.As he set up for the day, his phone rang. It was Marcus.“Morning, Adam,” Marcus greeted, his tone brisk abd calm. “Just wanted to check in and see how things went with Brooks the other day.”“It went well, I think,” Adam replied cautiously with a smile. “He agreed to back me, but he’s taking a twenty percent cut of the profits I'd make.”Marcus chuckled to Adams Word's.“Not surprising. That’s Brooks for you—he never does anything for free. But don’t underestimate him. He can be a valuable asset.”Adam sighed. “I know. But I’m not naive, Marcus. I realize Brooks is using me just as much as I’m using him.”“Good. Keep
Adam woke up the next morning with a new fire in his chest. His encounter with Richard Lawson the day before had only intensified his determination to work more harder. If anything, he now had a personal mission: to show everyone, especially Lawson, that he wasn’t someone to be dismissed or to be played with.At Rosewood Café, the familiar hum of customers and the rich aroma of coffee grounded him as he opened for business. The café had become his sanctuary, the one place where he felt in control of. But today, that peace didn’t last long. Halfway through his shift, Marcus appeared at the counter, looking like he owned the place.“Adam,” Marcus said, his gaze serious and Stren, sending a sharp warning. “We need to talk. Now.”Adam gestured to the back room, and Marcus followed him inside. Once the door closed, Marcus wasted no time at all.“I hear you had a run-in with Richard Lawson,” he said, his voice low and menacing.Adam’s stomach twisted with the mentioned name. “Yeah. I didn
The morning sun filtered through the smudged glass windows of Rosewood Café, casting a soft glow over the tables and countertops that Adam had come to see as his own little kingdom. He was here early, trying to settle his nerves. Today, he’d be meeting with the architect and project manager that Marcus had lined up. It was a big step, and the gravity of what he was undertaking was finally sinking in faster than expected. He was no longer just scraping by; he was building something that could change his life forever.As he adjusted a fresh vase of flowers on the counter, his phone buzzed up. He glanced at the screen. Unknown number.“Hello, this is Adam Reed.”“Mr. Reed,” a voice answered, clipped and professional. “This is Evelyn Grey, the architect. I’ll be meeting you at the building site shortly. My partner, Mr. Grant, the project manager, will be joining us as well.”“Great, thank you. I’ll be there soon,” Adam replied, trying to sound more confident than he felt of himself.As h
The next morning, Adam woke up feeling a mix of satisfaction and nervous anticipation within of himself. The café’s success yesterday had lit a fire in him, and for the first time in year's, he felt like he could actually build something of his own. But Marcus’s parting words lingered, a reminder that he’d just scratched the surface of whatever game he’d entered. He needed to prove he was worthy, to keep this momentum going, he needed to tell the world that he wasn't an unsuccessful man, who begs his wife family for food.As he unlocked the café and started setting up for the new day, his phone vibrated with an unknown number flashing on the screen. He hesitated, then answered without two thoughts.“Adam Reed speaking.”“Mr. Reed,” came Marcus’s calm, unmistakable voice. “I’m totally pleased with what you’ve accomplished at Rosewood Café. But if you’re serious about changing your life, you’ll need to tackle bigger challenges.”Adam swallowed, gripping the phone tighter. “I’m ready
The night after meeting Marcus, Adam lay awake, staring at the ceiling of his dimly lit apartment. The thin, faded curtains did little to block out the streetlights outside, casting dull orange glows over the peeling paint on his walls. It felt so real everything he’d been offered, the new life he might finally have a chance to build.He turned Marcus’s words over in his mind, letting them sink in..“Potential isn’t about what you have—it’s about what you’re willing to become and what you're willing to give up." No one had ever believed he was capable of becoming something great in the nearest future. Not Emily his wife, not her family. And truthfully, he’d stopped believing it himself a long time ago.But here he was, with a folder full of business leads, investment options, and connection of wealth. All he had to do was take that first step, to make it believable.Finally, just before dawn, Adam drifted off into an uneasy sleep, his mind restless with a strange new mix of fear and
Adam couldn’t shake the memory of the call he had on the previous day. That low, calm voice, the mention of a proposition.The only question that filled him... Who could it be? No one had ever offered him a way out, since his first time inti the adulthood race. He was used to being overlooked, dismissed, mocked by others. But the stranger’s tone was unlike anything he’d ever heard once before—a mixture of confidence and mystery, as if they knew something about him he didn’t even know himself well enough.All day, he wrestled with his thoughts. Should he go? Was it safe for him to make this decision? But when evening arrived, he felt a determination he hadn’t felt in years. He had nothing left to loose this time, since his life was have gone. If someone could give him a chance to escape this miserable existence, he had to at least hear them out.So, just before seven, Adam slipped on a jacket and left his tiny apartment, hoping that no one from the Taylor family would ask where he w