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
"System," Liam said, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow, "is there any pay later function in the merchant system?"The system responded promptly, "There's no such thing.""What?!" Liam exclaimed, genuine surprise coloring his voice. "How come? I mean, in this day and age, pay later is a thing. Everybody's using it. I think you should do the same," Liam said, trying to convince the system of the benefits.The system fell into a brief silence, its digital gears seemingly turning as it processed Liam's request. After a thoughtful pause, it replied, "It seems it indeed gives so much benefit to the market. I will try to submit a pay-later proposal to higher-ups.""Wait. Higher-ups? You have higher-ups?" said Liam, surprised by this revelation."Yes, indeed," the system replied. "This might take a while, so I might not be able to assist you to a certain extent. You will only be able to use standard functions," the system continued.Liam was take
Naomi sat at her desk in the quiet classroom, meticulously arranging her books and notes for the upcoming class. As she neatly stacked her papers and squared away her pens, a shadow fell over her workspace. Startled, she glanced up to see one of her classmates, Sarah, approaching with a look of disdain etched across her face."Mr. Redwood is looking for you," Sarah stated curtly, her tone dripping with disapproval. Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and hurried away from Naomi as if afraid of catching an incurable disease if she lingered any longer.Naomi let out a resigned sigh. The mention of Mr. Redwood, her homeroom and math teacher, never failed to send a shiver down her spine. She couldn't quite put her finger on why she felt so uncomfortable around him. It was as though his presence carried an unexplainable weight that left her uneasy.She glanced at her phone and saw that she still had a few minutes before her next class. With a sense