Zachary finally reaches the shore, exhausted and soaking wet from his swim. He struggles to pull himself up the beach, but just as he finally makes it to his feet, he suddenly feels a sharp pain on the back of his head. Everything goes black, and Zachary falls unconscious. When he comes to, Zachary realizes that he's been tied up and is lying in a dark room. He tries to look around but realizes that he's been blindfolded. He struggles against his restraints, trying to get his bearings, but it's difficult without being able to see. Suddenly, the figure returns to the room, holding a flashlight. "Hey, Zach. Trying to escape, huh?" the figure says with a sneer. Before Zachary can respond, he feels a sudden push to the back of his head. Pain shoots through his skull, and he falls back to the ground. Zachary lies there, his head throbbing and his body restrained. He can hear the man moving around, but he can't see anything through the blindfold. He's completely at the mercy of his capt
Zachary enjoyed a lavish dinner that night, prepared by their family's personal chef. He sat at the long dining table with his parents, savoring each bite of the delicious meal. His mother, Taliyah Pennington, was the picture of elegance and grace, dressed in a flowing silk gown that shimmered in the candlelight. She had always been a pillar of strength for Zachary. His father, Kristopher Winthrop, was a tall and imposing figure, with piercing blue eyes and a commanding presence. He had always been a shrewd businessman, and Zachary had learned a lot from him about running the family's company. As they dined, the atmosphere was filled with warmth and nostalgia. Elizabeth regaled them with stories of her time spent traveling through Europe and attending high society events, while Kristopher recounted his business trips to Asia and the Middle East. The meal itself was a feast for the senses, with each dish prepared to perfection by their personal chef. The scent of spices and exotic
Zachary was taken aback by the manager's question, "What did you say?" The manager noticed that Zachary's leg was slightly stiff and asked, "Do you have a disability certificate?” "No, I don't have one," Zachary replied, feeling confused. He considered himself a normal person and didn't understand why the manager was asking about a disability certificate. The manager nodded and continued, "I see. It can be difficult for people with disabilities who don't have a certificate to find jobs. By the way, what's your relationship with Secretary Rowe?" Zachary was puzzled by the question and wondered who Rowe was. He began to feel suspicious that he may have entered the wrong company or made some other mistake. The manager continued speaking, "Our company is a large corporation, and many people aspire to work here. It can be more challenging to land a job here compared to a government job." The manager looked at Zachary with a critical expression, as he disapproved of hiring someone based
Zachary found himself with a lot of free time lately, just like his superior. To fill the time, he took up playing games. His favorite was a game called "Watermelon Slicing," which he had become quite skilled at. One day, as he was engrossed in the game, a woman interrupted him by handing him a bill for an item she wanted to pick up. "Excuse me," the woman said. "I was told I could pick up an office chair here. Can you help me find it?" Zachary paused the game and looked up at the bill. "Go down the hall and turn right. You'll see the furniture and household items area. You should be able to find it there." The woman nodded and left. Zachary went back to his game, slicing virtual watermelons with his sword. A few minutes later, he heard the sound of high heels approaching. He paused the game again and turned around to see the woman standing behind him. "Did you find it?" he asked. "Yes," the woman said. Zachary was confused. He hadn't seen any chairs beside her. "Where is it?"
"Go ahead, push the chair." Manager Gonzalez said abruptly. "Huh?" Zachary asked, confused. "General Manager Graham has decided that the chair is no longer needed and has allowed you to use it. Push it to the restroom and make use of it," Manager Gonzalez said before storming off, still angry about the situation. When Brennen Potts, the head of the Hygiene Department, heard the HR assistant refer to Zachary as a janitor, he studied him closely. Zachary noticed Brennen looking at him and asked, "Is something wrong, sir?" Brennen didn't think Zachary looked like a janitor. He is young, dressed in high-quality clothing, and his emerald ring appears genuine. "I don't think you look like a cleaner." Zachary replied, "Manager Gonzalez looks at me like a janitor." The HR assistant interjected, "Brennen, Zachary took a chair imported from Italy for the general manager, costing tens of thousands of dollars. He didn't even ask for permission to use it. Manager Gonzalez couldn't fire him b
Turning to the woman, Zachary asked, "Excuse me, did I clean properly?" The woman responded truthfully, "Yes. Clean thoroughly." Zachary addressed the manager, "What's the point of claiming that I'm not good for this company? If someone accidentally bumps into me while I'm diligently working, I'll be the first to apologize for any inconvenience caused. So, I see no wrongdoing on my part." He stared directly into Gonzalez's eyes, his tone unwavering, "However, you, Manager Gonzalez, have continuously assigned me tasks outside of my expertise. It's clear that your skills as an HR manager leave much to be desired." Manager Gonzalez snapped at Zachary, "I'm your boss now, right? Is this how you treat your boss?" Zachary calmly responded, "As a superior, you should provide constructive criticism based on subordinates' mistakes, not simply shout and criticize them. And perhaps you should also reflect on whether you have done your job well. If I were General Manager Graham, I would have
Every passing minute felt like an eternity. Zachary fidgeted in his seat, glancing at the clock on the wall. He wondered how the dog was faring and if the surgical procedure would be successful in freeing it from the entrapment.Finally, a veterinarian emerged from the operating room. Zachary's heart skipped a beat as he approached the doctor, hoping for some news.Zachary: "How did the surgical procedure go? Is the dog going to be alright?"Veterinarian: "We were able to free the dog from its entrapment, and the surgical procedure went as planned. The dog is now in the recovery area, and we're closely monitoring its condition."After receiving the news from the veterinarian about the dog's successful surgery, Zachary felt a wave of relief wash over him. He expressed his gratitude to the doctor and slowly made his way back home. As he walked, his mind wandered to the dog's owner, and he never expected that the dog owner would find him so quickly.The following day, Zachary found himse
In the evening, when Zachary returned home, his cousin Jared Winthrop paid him a visit and voiced his concern, "Your car is in such a state of disrepair. It's about time you took it in for repairs.""I'll keep it and use the new car when it arrives," Zachary replied, determined to hold onto his beloved vehicle.Jared Winthrop raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you okay with the brakes not working properly?"Upon hearing those words, Zachary mentally thanked Yaritza countless times. Only she knew the truth about the car's faulty brakes, as she had experienced it firsthand.Jared handed over a key to Zachary and explained, "Yaritza mentioned that when she was in your car today, she noticed that the brakes weren't functioning well. She was concerned for your safety and arranged for a replacement car to be sent. She also wanted to express her gratitude for saving her dog."Saved her dog? Zachary didn't see it that way. He believed that Yaritza had sent the replacement car not as a gesture