Andrew nodded, appreciating Master Alec's willingness to negotiate. "Alright, let's go through this step-by-step. I have a few suggestions that I believe will make this a more equitable arrangement for both of us."He cleared his throat and began outlining his proposed changes,"First, I'd like to reduce the non-compete clause to 3 years instead of 5. That gives me more time to decide if I decide to open my own academy down the line. Secondly, I think the exclusivity over any intellectual property I develop is too broad. How about we cap that at 3 years as well, after which point I can use those techniques freely?"Master Alec stroked his chin, considering Andrew's points. "Those sound like reasonable compromises. What else did you have in mind?"Andrew glanced back down at the contract. "Well, the 10% equity stake is a good start, but I'd like to increase that to 15% with time, If I get better."Mr. Nelson, who had been silent up until this point, finally spoke up. "Young man, 15% is
Andrew's eyes widened in surprise as Hannah entered the office. "Hannah? What brings you here?" he asked, caught off guard by her unexpected presence.Hannah offered a sheepish smile. "Well, I noticed the job posting online, although I might not be qualified, but I want to give it a trial" She paused, as she nervously said. "I hope you don't mind that I decided to apply."Andrew blinked, momentarily speechless. "No, not at all! I must say, I'm quite surprised, though." He leaned back in his chair.Mira, sensing the change in the room, cleared her throat gently. "Sir, I would excuse myself so you can proceed with Miss Hannah's interview, sir?"Andrew glanced at Mira, then back to Hannah. "Yes, of course. Please, have a seat." He gestured toward the dining table in his office to Hannah, his expression softening.Hannah hesitated for a moment, scanning the room. "The dining table? Is this where the interview will take place?"Andrew nodded, a warm smile gracing his face. "Yes. I find i
Hannah couldn't believe her ears when Andrew mentioned the enormous amount of money involved. She found it hard to imagine that a small company like this could afford such a sum. Doubts started to creep into her mind, making her question the sincerity of Andrew's words.Andrew noticed the thoughtful expression on Hannah's face and smiled reassuringly. "I understand why you might be doubtful. It's difficult to believe that a company of our size could pay such a significant salary. But I assure you, we have the means to do so. The choice is yours. You can either walk away or decide to start working with us. I know you're a student and can only work part-time, but I'm still offering you a full-time salary." Andrew tried to address Hannah's concerns, taking into account her unique situation.As Andrew prepared to speak, a shocking turn of events took place. He noticed a red light moving around Hannah's body, and with his enhanced vision, he could see things from a distance.Reacting swift
Andrew burst through the window, sending shards of glass flying in all directions, as he tackled the sniper to the ground. The two men grappled fiercely, fighting for control. Andrew's enhanced strength granted him the upper hand, and he swiftly pinned the sniper beneath him, exerting a vice-like grip on the man's throat. "Who sent you?" Andrew demanded with authority. "Tell me the name of the company that hired you, or I assure you, you'll regret the day you took this job." Gasping for air, the sniper's eyes widened with fear. "I... I can't tell you. They'll kill me if I do." Andrew tightened his grip, his face only inches away from the sniper's. "And you think I won't kill you if you refuse to talk?" he growled. "This is your final chance. Who hired you?" The sniper's resolve crumbled under Andrew's intense glare. "Alright, alright! It was a small company... They paid me a fortune to eliminate you and the girl." Rage surged through Andrew's veins. "A company? Which company?" he
Andrew’s eyes burned with rage as he glared at the assassin, who was now bound securely to a sturdy chair in the dimly lit basement. “Where is Hannah?” he demanded, his voice a low growl.The assassin, still groggy from the cold water Andrew had thrown on him, met Andrew’s gaze with a defiant sneer. “I told you, I don’t know,” he spat, though his bravado was starting to wane.Andrew's patience was wearing thin. He picked up a pair of pliers from a nearby table, holding them up so the assassin could see. “You will talk,” he said with chilling calmness, “or you will suffer.”The next hour was filled with the sounds of muffled screams and the sharp crack of bones. Despite the pain, the assassin maintained his silence. Blood dripped from his fingers where Andrew had worked with the pliers, but still, he gave nothing away.Frustrated, Andrew leaned back, wiping sweat from his forehead. “You’re tough,” he admitted grudgingly. “But everyone breaks eventually. And you will break.”The assass
Andrew drove Hannah to the estate with the intention of taking her back home, where she lay flat in the front seat of his car, deeply asleep. As he gazed at her, he couldn't help but imagine the trauma she must have endured in the hands of her kidnappers. Suddenly, Hannah jolted awake, still aware of her surroundings, and realized they had already arrived at her house. However, she expressed her reluctance to stay there."No... No! I'm not going to stay there... Please take me to your house. I don't want to sleep alone. What if they come back for me?" Hannah pleaded, tears streaming down her face as she clung to his shirt, trying to convince him.Andrew empathized with her pain. "Don't worry, I won't leave you," he assured her, deciding to drive to his own house instead.As Andrew observed Hannah, anger welled up inside him. He was determined to uncover the truth behind it all and vowed to eliminate anyone involved in her kidnapping.Upon arriving at his house, Andrew stepped out of h
Hannah was taken aback when she heard the knock on the door and realized it was Elsa, her friend. She didn't know what to do because if Andrew were to open the door and deny her presence, it would indirectly imply that he was responsible for any harm that might have befallen her. Hannah didn't want to cause Andrew any trouble since he had already helped her a lot. As Andrew approached the door, Hannah rushed forward, whispering urgently, "Andrew... Nooo! Don't answer it... I'll get the door myself!" She waved her hands, signaling for him to step back. Andrew tilted his head and raised his hands, silently questioning her. Despite his confusion, he decided to comply with Hannah's request, having learned his lesson from previous encounters. Hannah quickly hurried to the door and opened it halfway. Standing before her was Elsa, a girl with blonde hair, wearing a crop top and skinny jeans—someone she was intentionally avoiding. "Elsa... Hi... What brings you here so early in the morning
Andrew looked up from his plate, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he sliced through the succulent roasted chicken."You know, Elsa," he began nonchalantly, his voice carrying a subtle edge, "I still remember that day at the shopping mall. You were so quick to ridicule me, mocking my supposed lack of wealth. Does that ring a bell?"Elsa's face flushed, her eyes narrowing with discomfort. "That was ages ago," she snapped, clearly uneasy with the sudden shift in conversation. "Why bring it up now?"Andrew paused, his knife sliding effortlessly through the tender meat. "Because it's relevant," he smoothly replied. "You see, Elsa, back then you made assumptions about me, much like you're doing now. You think you know everything, but you don't."Elsa's jaw clenched, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the table's edge. "And what exactly are you implying, Andrew? That you're some sort of saint? That you never make mistakes?""No," Andrew responded, his tone calm and measured. "I'm me