The Williams mansion was calm as usual, and the soft lights glowed against marble walls, mixing with the low hum of a classic movie drifting from the living room. Mason stepped inside, loosening his tie with one hand while his eyes scanned through the space.After the deal between the Higgs family, Mason, using his presence as an opportunity, attended the company meetings. Most staff who weren't expecting him felt their bodies stiffen in his presence. Though he was young, handsome, and seemed kind, the sense of fear still lingered around them, probably from the thought of losing their job, making the young CEO unreadable.“I’m glad that’s over,” Mason muttered to himself, shifting his gaze to the wide leather couch where his mother sat, wrapped in a light shawl. She trained her gaze on the screen as Black and white actors spoke words long forgotten by time.She sensed him before she saw him, and her lips curved into a smile. She averted her head, and with a small motion of her fingers

The next morning, Mason’s alarm rang at 6am. Without hesitation he slipped out of bed with ease, running a hand through his hair. It was as if his body was excited to prove someone wrong.After a quick shower, Mason stepped into his expansive walk-in wardrobe. His eyes roamed through the row of tailored suits, casual designer wear, and other outfits that lined the space, but that wasn't what he was looking for. At the far end sat several glass cases resting in silence.Mason paused for a minute, allowing his finger to brush past several watches, each one capable of turning heads and destroying reputations. Finally, he reached for the unique piece, the Paul Newman’s Daytona. He could remember the day his mother gifted him the watch. He could remember walking into his bedroom and seeing the case resting on his bed with a note from his mother, and today would mark the first time he would wear it.Mason lifted up the price. The weight of it was comforting, solid, and certain. He fasten

Jacob scoffed, shaking his wrist so the light reflected on his own watch. “Can you hear this guy?” he said, laughing with forced confidence. “Paul Newman, unique piece? What nonsense. All original Rolexes look like this; clean, shiny, and not whatever that thing is,” he added, thrusting his wrist forward arrogantly.The crowd of students panned their gaze on the details of Jacob's watch with admiration. When Jacob raised the shopping bag of the other watch, he smiled.“You know there is no shame in admitting your mistake, Mason.” His grin widened, scanning his face for any kind of reaction.Mason didn’t move; rather, he simply stood there, with his hands relaxed at his sides. There was no irritation on his face, no need to defend himself. If anything, he looked rather amused, as though he was watching a child throw stones at the ocean.He knows the origin of Jacob's newfound confidence, and as much as he would like to terminate the contract just to crumble Jacob's wings, this was more

Beyond the glass walls, the aircraft gleamed beneath the runway lights, its massive body humming softly, patient and imposing.From the direction of the plane, a lanky, tall man descended the mobile stairs with unhurried confidence. His uniform was immaculate, and the badge of Williams Airline was clipped neatly to his chest. In his left hand, he held an iPad, the glowing Williams logo unmistakable against the dark screen.He stopped just before the gate, lifting the iPad slightly as his calm voice carried over the students.“If you check your flight ticket, you’ll find your seating arrangement, and within a few minutes you will be assisted into the plane,” he said, wearing a professional smug. “If you believe there’s an issue with your seat, please notify airport staff before boarding. Thank you.”Several students nodded, quickly unfolding tickets again. Others leaned toward their friends, whispering seat numbers and giggling as they scanned the crowd for potential seatmates. For man

The first-class cabin flourished with luxury, its amber lights glowing along the ceiling, reflecting off the wood panels and cream colored leather seats, which were wide enough to feel like small thrones. The air lingered faintly of lavender and something expensive he couldn’t name. As Mason stepped into the section, his pace slowed, not out of hesitation. Despite being the youngest richest man in Aleric City, this was his first time flying not only first class but also on a plane. In the past, he was always too busy with work and school activities, but now it is different.He adjusted the cuff of his jacket, suddenly aware of how quiet everything was compared to the economy section behind him. No crowding or raised voices, just murmured conversations and the subtle hum of luxury. He found his seat by the window, and a smile appeared on his face. Mason placed his stuff beside him, then slid into the plush leather chair.The seat seemed to mold around him, probably among the many reas