Tyler! You have killed us all.

The next morning Tyler Wells is sitting as receptionist at Elvis Global Empire.

His heart raced as the thought of his father's voice scolding him very early in the morning reverberated throughout his mind.

His father's voice echoes with a sternness that seems to cut through the present moment.

Gazing around, Tyler Wells could feel the weight of his father's expectations pressing down on him, each word a sharp reminder of the standards he was to meet.

'You have to get us closer to more power and influence in whistling meadows by getting us a merger or a good deal with Elvis Global Empire.' The cold and emotionless voice of his father reverberates through every fiber of his being.

As he sat at the receptionist at Elvis Global Empire, his father's voice seemed to linger in the air, a constant presence urging him to excel, to prove himself, and more especially to live up to the family's name.

"Mr Tyler!!!" The 7th shout of the receptionist finally jolted Tyler Wells out of thoughts.

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