Liam sat in living room, idly flipping a business card between his fingers. His thoughts seemed to wander aimlessly. He couldn't help but wonder about the strange turn of events that had brought Maeve back into his life.
Meanwhile, in the same room, his younger sister, Naomi, observed him with a furrowed brow. She couldn't quite fathom what had captured her brother's attention so thoroughly, and it was all the more perplexing because Liam's focus was usually reserved for more pressing matters.
Jun, their younger brother, was busy pestering Naomi with a pile of unsolved homework. Frustration was evident on his face as he impatiently awaited her assistance.
Naomi's patience wore thin as she tried to help her younger brother, Jun, with his homework. Frustration finally reached its peak, and she jolted her pen onto the homework, leaving Jun to struggle with the remaining problems on his own. She moved away from the desk, a sigh of relief escaping her lips.
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In the lobby of this prestigious corporate office, opulence and sophistication seamlessly merge to create an impressive and inviting atmosphere. The first thing that captures people attention is the sheer grandeur of the space. Towering ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the entire area, bathing it in a sense of timeless elegance.The floor beneath your feet is a gleaming expanse of polished marble, its reflective surface mirroring the luxurious surroundings.The walls are dressed in rich, earthy tones that exude both warmth and professionalism. Large, contemporary art pieces adorn the walls. These artworks provide a visual focal point, each piece carefully selected to reflect the company's commitment to innovation and creativity.A series of plush leather sofas and armchairs are thoughtfully arranged throughout the lobby, creating intimate seating areas for guests and clients. The furniture is tastefully upholstered in muted, sophisticated color
Prince entered Maeve's office as though it were his own domain, paying little heed to her secretary's attempts to intercept him. His casual demeanor suggested a level of familiarity that most visitors wouldn't dare to assume."You should thank me for this," Prince remarked, strolling in with an air of nonchalance.The secretary hurriedly followed Prince, concerned about the intrusion. "Excuse me, sir," she said, attempting to maintain a professional tone.Prince, however, paid little heed to her efforts, his attention fixed on Maeve. "I'm not satisfied with just Romanée-Conti. I want another date," he stated boldly, ignoring the secretary's pleas.Maeve glanced up from her pile of work, her expression calm and collected. With a subtle wave of her hand, she signaled to her secretary that there was no need for further intervention. She was well aware that this man couldn't be thwarted by a mere secretary's efforts.Prince took a seat at Maeve'
"You are now level 3 Merchant," a sudden notification appeared out of thin air, startling Liam so much that he nearly choked on his coffee.Shanann, sitting nearby, looked at Liam with concern. "Be careful," she said, helping Liam with his choking fit."Thank you," Liam said to Shanann, gratitude in his voice.Shanann continued to gaze at Liam with concern before turning her attention back to the front of the bus.They were on their way home, the bus steadily making its way through the city streets. Shanann, now out of the hospital and on the path to recovery, sat by the window, gazing outside. Her expression carried a hint of longing, as if her thoughts were drifting to something or someone dear to her heart.It had been years since she had visited his house, and now, as they approached it, all the cherished memories came flooding back.Shanann couldn't help but miss his house terribly. She watched the familiar streets pass by, the places w
It was late at night when Liam finally arrived at his apartment. It had been quite some time since he had last been here. The place was in disarray, covered in a thick layer of dust that seemed to have settled during his absence.Liam sighed as he looked at his hand, which he had just run across a nearby table. The dust clung to his skin, leaving a trail of grimy residue. He knew that before he could truly rest, he needed to clean up his apartment. It was a small, dimly lit space, but it was his haven, and he couldn't bear to see it in such a neglected state.With determination in his eyes, Liam set to work. He fetched a broom and dustpan from a corner, and the rhythmic swish of the broom against the floor filled the room. The soft glow of a single, flickering bulb overhead cast eerie shadows as he moved from one corner to another.The cleaning process was a slow and meticulous one. Liam wiped away cobwebs that had gathered in the corners, dusted off shelves, an
Maeve blinked her eyes multiple times. She couldn't believe what she was seeing in front of her. She stood at Liam's apartment door, her gaze fixed on his disheveled appearance. Liam's face bore a scruffy beard that looked like it had grown out for about three days, and his apartment was an absolute mess."Wow, Liam," Maeve exclaimed, her voice a mixture of surprise and concern. "You look like you've been through a storm, and your place... it's like a tornado hit it."Liam, looking slightly embarrassed, scratched his unkempt beard. "Yeah, it's been a rough few days," he admitted with a sigh. "Come on in, Maeve. Sorry for the mess."Maeve followed him inside, carefully stepping over scattered clothes and other debris that littered the floor. She couldn't help but notice the stack of pizza boxes in the corner, a testament to Liam's recent neglect of basic chores."Rough few days?" Maeve asked, her curiosity piqued. "Liam, what's been going on? You look like
The landlady sat on her balcony, cradling a delicate teacup in her hands. The sun had begun its slow descent, casting a warm, golden hue over the cityscape below. She took a sip of her tea, savoring the familiar blend that had become a comforting part of her routine.As she gazed out at the view, her eyes softened, and a serene smile graced her lips. The bustling city, with its maze of streets and towering buildings, seemed to fade into the background. Instead, she focused on the simple beauty of the moment—the way the sun bathed everything in a soft, amber light, and the distant hum of city life that now felt like a soothing melody.With each sip of tea, the landlady's appreciation for this tranquil interlude deepened. Right now, in this fleeting moment of stillness, she found solace.The old landlady, seemingly unfazed by the awkward tension between the two youngsters in front of her, continued to sip her tea. Lost in her thoughts.Maeve, trying t
In his opulent corner office, bathed in the warm sunlight streaming through tall windows, a middle-aged man sat behind a grand mahogany desk. His countenance was etched with an air of deep seriousness as he perused the document in his hand, each line scrutinized with meticulous attention.The office, adorned with tasteful artwork and leather-bound volumes, reflected his stature in the corporate world. He wore a perfectly tailored suit, a symbol of his authority and success in the business realm.As he studied the document, his brow furrowed in concentration. His eyes, framed by a pair of wire-rimmed glasses, darted across the pages, absorbing every detail. Outside, the city buzzed with activity, but in this moment, the world beyond was inconsequential.The man's fingers, adorned with a gold signet ring, occasionally traced the text on the paper as if trying to decipher its hidden nuances. His office phone remained untouched, and the soft hum of the air condition
"ARGHH!!!" Liam screamed, jolting awake inside his sleeping bag. He thrashed around, wriggling like a caterpillar caught in a cocoon. His head collided with the tent frame, and he tumbled forward, landing face-first on the ground.Liam groaned, his voice filled with frustration. "I can't do this anymore," he grumbled.Liam struggled to rouse himself, his muscles protesting the early morning awakening as he wrestled with the zipper of his sleeping bag, finally managing to open it with a sigh of relief. His body aching from the rough landing.His bleary eyes surveyed the sorry state of his tent. It had collapsed yet again, and to make matters worse, a slimy, gelatinous creature was crawling all over the crumpled fabric. It oozed a viscous, corrosive acid that had already begun to eat away at the tent, leaving gaping holes in its wake.Cursing under his breath, Liam reached into his inventory, his fingers trembling slightly, and retrieved a small vial contai