As the decision settled, the group began to walk away from the commotion, their steps heavy with the weight of their actions. Amidst them, Greg stood still, his mind a swirl of thoughts as he contemplated the decision they had collectively made.Silent contemplation surrounded him as the bustling noises of the restaurant faded into the background. Greg's eyes were fixed on a distant point, his expression a canvas of conflicting emotions. The memory of their choice echoed in his mind, each word spoken during the deliberation etched into his thoughts.He understood the practicality of leaving Garfield to his predicament. The potential consequences of involving themselves in a scene that could tarnish Behav's reputation were daunting, especially considering that Greg also had an identity and mission that he must protect. But at the same time, his humanity tugged at him, reminding him of the individual beneath the turmoil – a colleague, a person in need.Greg's gaze shifted downward, hi
The atmosphere crackled with tension as Greg's words hung in the air, a palpable challenge to the old man's dominance. Garfield's heart raced, his eyes shifting between Greg and the shabby old man, his shock and disbelief mingling with a newfound hope. The old man’s face contorted with anger, his nostrils flaring as he glared at Greg. “You think you can just waltz in here and threaten me, boy? I have seen my fair share of troublemakers and you’re no different!” Greg’s gaze remained steady, his expression unyielding as he looked at the shabby old man. “Hey, I’m not here to trade threats with you. I’m here to offer you a choice. Do the right thing by releasing him, or face the consequences.” Greg said, and after the words left his mouth, a loud laughter erupted from the shabby old man, a bitter sound that reverberated through the air. “Consequences?” the shabby old man asked as he wiped his imagination tears. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with, boy! Listen, even though this o
As Greg accompanied Garfield to the bathroom, meanwhile, the other executives, Alan, Sarah, Dr. Lou, and Karel, remained in the vicinity. Silently observing the aftermath of the intense confrontation they had just witnessed. The weight of the situation and unexpected events hung in the air, leaving them in contemplative silence. As the minutes passed, Alan, known for his straightforward demeanor, was the first one to break the silence. He cleared his throat and exchanged a glance with Dr. Lou before speaking. “Well, I will be damned,” Allan muttered, a mixture of surprise and respect was visible in his voice. “That newbie, Greg, certainly knows better than anyone how to handle that kind of... situation.” Dr. Lou, who had been secretly skeptical about Greg's abilities from the beginning, nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Looks like we all, senior executives, a bit underestimated him just like that stink old man did.” Sarah, on the other hand, couldn’t contain her excitement any longer
The night was cast with a shadowy ambiance as Dylan found himself atop the abandoned building, taking a drag from his cigarette. The city lights below created a tapestry of shimmering colors against the dark canvas of the sky. As the smoke mingled with the chilly air, the rooftop door creaked open. Dylan's attention shifted, and he was met with Valerie's surprised gaze. "Oh, it's you again! Tsk... Can you please not always appear like a ghost in here?" she remarked with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. Dylan chuckled, the sound low and melodious. "Can't promise that. Ghosts tend to haunt places, after all." He said, making Valerie roll her eyes as she stepped closer to him with a smirk. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?” “Guilty as charged,” Dylan replied, the corner of his lips lifting in a half smile. The two of them shared the rooftop, gazing at the sprawling cityscape. Valerie extended her hand towards Dylan, a playful glint in her eyes. "Mind if I join you?" she aske
The next morning arrived with a soft, muted light filtering through the windows of Greg's small apartment. As he stirred awake, a sense of confusion washed over him. "Where am I?" Greg thought, looking at his surroundings. For a moment, he felt disoriented, until the memory of the previous night settled in. His encounter with the old man and the executive's kind gesture which led him to stay a night at this haunting apartment. ”Oh yeah, I forgot. I was the one who brought myself here…well, at least it's not that horror, and... I have to admit that I kinda of feel fresh after sleeping here. It's surprisingly better than Havenwood estate,” Greg thought, stretching, before deciding to wake up and begin his usual morning routine. +++ In the apartment's bathroom Greg's footsteps were hushed against the creaky floor as he made his way to the bathroom. The prospect of a refreshing start to the day awaited him in the form of the shower. But as Greg turned the knob, expecting a rush of
Greg's eyes widened as he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Of all the places and times... Why did Greg have to bump into this person again?! "Y....You...?" Greg stammered, his voice a mix of disbelief and exasperation. *** “Here’s your order, enjoy your meal." "Thank you," the old man replied with surprising civility before diving into his noodles with an audible slurp, while Greg, on the other hand just stared with a sour expression. Until now, Greg still can't accept the fact that the person who just caused a commotion was none other than the shabby old man. The one who had also caused the scene in the restaurant and even made Garfield pee himself. As the old man continued to devour his noodles, Greg contemplated whether he should say something or just ignore the situation. But before Greg could decide, the old man suddenly let out a satisfied sigh and pushed away his empty noodle bowl, initiating the conversation. "Hey, young man, you seem surprised to see me here. Every
A sleek BMW sedan pulled up in front of the aging apartment building, its polished exterior contrasting sharply with the worn facade of the structure. The tinted windows rolled down with a soft hum, revealing Karel and Bradley, who sat inside the luxury vehicle. Karel leaned forward, peering out of the open window at the building's weathered exterior. "So, this is the place where that old man lives, huh?" he remarked, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity. “Yes, that’s correct,” Bradley nods. “Based on the information I heard, he's been residing here not long after we moved to North Struggl. which explains why he can disturb us easily." “I see,” Karel replied briefly, absorbing this information as he looked at the old building. “Okay, I understand. So, all we need to do is just get rid of the old man, right? Do we need him to do something like the other tramp?” he asked. "Yes, and nope," Bradley replied, his tone serious. "This time, I didn't ask you to make him do something s
"Karel? Why is that?" Greg asked, curiosity piqued by Alan's statement. Alan scratched his head, a bemused smile on his face. "Well, you see, Greg, Karel's job today mainly consists of going out with Bradley." Greg arched an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "With Bradley? Doing what exactly?" Alan chuckled softly, his eyes dancing with amusement. "They're just, you know, handling some...director level matters? Well, it's not surprising considering that Karel is a top executive, which means he had to deal with some top executive stuff." Hearing that, Greg's curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to press further, "A top executive? What do you mean by that” Greg asked. “And also…What kind of 'director level matters' are they handling? Mind telling me more about it?" “Well, about that…” Alan hesitated for a moment before continuing. “You know how it is with top-level executives. It's all about meetings, discussions, and planning. In here, Bradley has some new projects he's be