AT THE MARCH 17AT THIRD PERSON'S POV:Today was the day that Michael decided to look for a private detective to make sure that Isabella was not going to cause any of the problems. With a deep breath, Michael made a decision. He needed answers, also he needed the truth. And he knew exactly where to turn. Michael picked up the phone and dialed the number of a private detective agency. After a few rings, a gruff voice answered."Loid Investigations, how can I help you?"A man asked."Hi, my name is Michael. I need your help," He said, his voice trembling slightly."What do you need, Michael?"Detective asked."I'm going through a divorce, and I suspect that my soon to be ex wife is hiding things from me. I need someone to find out the truth."Michael said."Alright, I understand. Can you tell me more about what you suspect?"Detective asked."You can do it, host," Wanessa said.Michael took a deep breath and explained the situation to the detective on the other end of the line. The late-nig
AT MARCH 18AT THIRD PERSON'S POV:As Michael stepped into the bustling hallway of the divorce court, his heart pounded against his chest, a relentless rhythm of uncertainty. The hallway buzzed with a cacophony of whispered conversations and nervous shuffling and walking. Faces passed by, each one a silent witness to the trials and tribulations that led them to this moment.As he approached the entrance to the courtroom, Michael hesitated, his resolve faltering for a fleeting moment. But then, with a deep breath, he pushed open the door, steeling himself for the tumultuous proceedings that lay ahead. Across the room, her soon-to-be ex-wife sat stoically, her gaze unreadable, a silent testament to the deep that had formed between them. Taking her seat, Micahel braced herself for the emotional onslaught that would surely follow. And then, as the courtroom hushed, the imposing figure of the judge entered, his presence commanding attention. "All rise," the person announced, as Michael and
AT MARCH 19 AT THIRD PERSON'S POV: The next day Michael decided to call his uncle since he remembered about him having an equipment shop. ''What are you thinking about?''Wanessa asked. ''I want to buy better equipment for my cafe.''Michael said. ''You have 'new items' task. It can give you points for looking for needed items, but I am not sure if that's going to be enough.''Wanessa said. Michael nodded and smiled. He was happy that Wanessa was trying to help him. It was something that Isabella never gave to him before. Now he needed to call his uncle and get things ready. As soon as he dialed his uncle's number he heard the answer. "Uncle Henry! Long time no see!"Michael said. "Hello, Michael! Well, I'll be! How've you been?"Henry asked. "Oh, you know, same old life. Just trying to navigate this crazy world. How about you? What have you been up to?"Michael asked. "Oh, you know me, Michael. Still tinkering away in the garage, fixing up old cars. Keeps me out of trouble and sho
AT MARCH 21AT THIRD PERSON'S POV:Michael was surprised to see that he needs to be a mixologist for some reason. He had some experiance before, but this letter was so weird.''If you want to get on further levels, you need a Mixology specialisation' it will open new places and things for you to experiance. Reward: be 2 million euro.""So it's a task huh?"Michael said."You seem not to be happiest."Wanessa said."I going to need to hire a teacher, but I had experiance before."Michael said and started looking for a place.In a few hours he visited one of the schools that he knew he can finish pretty quickly, since he wanted only to have basics. He stepped inside the room and saw his new teacher Mr. Parker. "Good morning, Mr.Smith. Thank you for coming in today to discuss the mixology studies schedule."A teacher said."Mr. Parker. It's my pleasure. I'm excited about the opportunity to learn more about the programs available here. I also wanted to discuss about some things. I need some
AT MAY 5TH AT THIRD PERSON'S POV:As consciousness trickled back into his mind, Michael found himself engulfed in a disorienting mist. The sterile scent of antiseptic assaulted his senses, and the rhythmic beeping of machines echoed in the room. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, squinting against the harsh fluorescent lights above. In the corner of the room, a nurse bustled around, her footsteps tapping softly on the linoleum floor. Catching the sight of Michael stirring, she approached with a warm smile. "Well, look who's decided to join us! How are you feeling, dear?"Nurse asked. Michael blinked, trying to piece together what had happened. He remembered getting a diploma and getting a bit dizzy, that was all. "I... I'm not sure. What happened?"Michael asked. "You had a bit of a tumble. You collapsed not a long time ago. But don't you worry, you're safe and sound now. Just take it easy, alright?"Nurse said. "Thank you... I think."Michael said. "No need to thank me, sweetheart. I
AT MAY 8TH AT THIRD PERSON'S POV: At the morning Michael went to the office and saw Adam and Elias waiting for him. "We were waiting for you."Adam. "We wanted to offer you a promotion."Elias said. "It's called 'Hospitality mannager or HO." "System showed this task to you."Wanessa said. 'Promotion chance to - Hospitality Manager (HO) 60 percent chance to complete it.Reward is bigger reputation in the company.' "What does hospitality mannager does?"Michael asked. "Hospitality manager oversees hotel and resort operations, ensuring exceptional guest service."Adam said. "I accept it."Michael said in his mind. "As you wish host."Wanessa said. "What do I need to do for it?"Michael asked. "You need to get us a new contract with a new hotel that is stubborn and refuses to wokrk with others. I am asking this because they like your cafee coffee. I want you to become a bigger part of us because your coffee and food helped our buisness to develop well."Adam said. Will I get a contract?"Michael ask
AT MAY 15 AT THIRD PERSON'S POV: In the bustling landscape of our industry, it's not uncommon for businesses to rise and fall, each competing for the coveted title of market leader. However, amidst this ever-changing landscape, one thing remains constant: excellence will always prevail. Michael sat down at the cafe and was talking to the Wanessa. "For years, they were our main rivals," remarked Michael. "Their traveling options were top-notch, and customers couldn't get enough of them." "Yet, as time has marched on, it's become increasingly clear that their once-impressive reputation is beginning to tarnish."Wanessa said."I wonder what happened. "I used to recommend their services to everyone when I was working there, but lately, it's been one disappointment after another. The quality just isn't there anymore."Michael said. "It might be because everything is going on back about them."Michael said. "I think you not so wrong about it."Wanessa said. It seems that
AT MAY 16AT THIRD PERSON'S POV:The next day John and Clara decided to discuss the share selling again."Do you have any specific investors in mind?"John asked."Not yet, but I think we should start exploring potential investors and measuring their interest."Clara said. "Agreed. Let's do some research and see what options are out there. This could be a significant turning point for the company."Noah said.In a bit, he set a selling for 10 percent for a person who would fit their standards. In less than 12 hours they got a letter.'Dear Mr. and Mrs. John.I would love to buy 10 percent of the shares, I heard about rough times so I agree to pay more than you asked. I can pay up to 20 thousand for everything."Waiting for an answer.'Clara was reading letter and she was surprised. It was way more than they asked. It also did not told them their name.'Dear Mr. Shareholder,I would like to know your backround. It does sound good enough.Mrs. John.'In less than an hour she got an answer.