I am so deep in my thoughts that I did not realize that Hansel Renver is talking to me again."So..." Hansel started conversationally while leaning his back on his chair and crossing his legs. "You just arrived in time.""Oh?" I replied and pretending to be interested with him. "But why? Is there any occassion?""No. But I was just telling some of us here about my weekend."I suddenly scoff to myself. Of course, a narcissistic person will just talk about himself. I bet those people are just willing to listen to him because he is obviously the most powerful inside this room."You see, this is about my girlfriend." Hansel said. "And bless her because she has a way of making our moments unforgettable."I keep my face neutral although his words are crawling inside my head. "Girlfriend?" I asked."Yes." Hansel replied while his eyes are looking at me that is almost mischievous. "She is... Well, what can I say? My girlfriend is really something else. She is always doting on me. A bit cling

Just like what we planned, Evan drives me to the address that Mr. Harold had sent us earlier. When I get off the car, I first look around and sees the building where we are going to meet. It looks normal and quite old too. It is tall, gray, and almost practical and there is no grand signs or logos oncit to give away its purpose to the passerby.Evan leaves me for a second so he can find a good parking spot for the car. While waiting, I can see Mr. Harold is now standing near the entrance. And there is also someone standing next to him.I squint my eyes to have a clearer view on that person's face. It is an old woman. But based on her clothes, she doesn't look like an ordinary woman that you can see on regular days. That person looks refined and poised.I also noticed that her silver gray hair is neatly tied into a bun at the back of her head. Although she obviously looks older than Mr. Harold by a few years, she still have a pair of sharp eyes that holds an intelligence as if she can

Mr. Harold is now standing by the window and watching as Chandler he walks briskly across the parking lot. The young man carried himself with a mix of purpose and caution. Unlike before, his posture is now showing both confidence and wariness in his surroundings. When Chandler reaches his car, Mr. Harold can see that he hesitates for just a second whether he will enter the car or not. But soon, he gets inside and soon the car starts driving away. Mr. Harold remains standing by the window even after the car disappears down the street. His expression looks unreadable but his fingers are curling a little against the windowsill. It is a subtle movement that betrays and shows how heavy the thoughts in his head right now. Behind him, Mrs. Lucy Stewart remains sitting in her seat. She looks composed as if nothing can surprise her anymore. Her fingers are drummed slightly on the polished surface of the desk. On the fifth time she drums her fingers, Mrs. Stewart finally breaks the silence. "

We had a long week after that. Bu the moment when our final line of code was reviewed, tested, and signed off, there is a huge sense of relief that quickly crashes over me like a long-awaited tidal wave. The last seven days had been a rollercoaster ride filled with refinement, stress-testing, and sleepless nights. But now, we finally did it. We are now standing at 99.7% efficiency. Even in my system, it is also the showing the same result to me. And for me, it is already an extraordinary result.Relief washes over me while I slump my in my chair. I keep staring at the transparent glowing blue screen in front of me with different numbers floating in my vision.[System NotificationMagnus X Performance Test: CompletedOverall Effectiveness: 99.7%Security Penetration Rate: 0.2%AI Response Time: 0.01 Seconds]I keep staring on my system screen until a smile slowly formed on my lips. We did it. We finally finished it!I first clear my throat before calming myself down. I should not bec

The laughter that the two had enjoyed was completely disappeared. Still, the tension in the air remains thick and palpable. Danica Zedd is still standing by their table and clutching her designer hand bag tightly. Her newly manicured fingers are trembling slightly while she tries to process what had just happened.The things that happened a few minutes ago was not part of her calculations. Danica is still thinking that everything is wrong. There must be someone pranking them and waiting to see their reactions. Because if not, then how did this happen?!Danica Zedd had expected Chandler to be humiliated in front of them. She was anticipating to see him trembling in panic and to be thrown out in disgrace because he cannot even afford to pay the glass of wine that he drank. But instead of those things, Chandler Logan had calmly paid his bill. He did not show any hesitation at all. He did not even looked at the total price of their bill and simply paid it.And he even have a credit card