Harry walked through the front door of Alfred's house, pulling out the elegant business card Michael Chen had given him. Alfred was in the living room, reading a technical journal."Alfred, you won't believe what happened today," Harry said, handing over the card.Alfred adjusted his glasses and studied the card carefully. His eyebrows shot up. "Michael Chen? CEO of TechNova Industries? Harry, how on earth did you meet him?""It's a long story involving a near-fatal traffic accident, a psychic prediction, and a diabetic driver," Harry replied, collapsing onto the couch."A psychic prediction?" Alfred looked at him skeptically.Harry waved his hand dismissively. "I'll explain later. The point is, I helped save his daughter and their driver from a terrible accident.""Harry, do you understand who this man is?" Alfred set down his journal with excitement. "Michael Chen is one of the most influential tech entrepreneurs in the country. TechNova is worth billions! This connection could chan

Harry launched into an explanation of his interests, and soon he and Michael were engaged in a deep technical discussion about neural networks and algorithmic efficiency. Jessica occasionally interjected with insightful questions, revealing her own knowledge of the field."You clearly know your stuff," Michael said approvingly. "Are you looking for internships at the moment?"Harry hesitated, remembering Alfred's advice. "Actually, yes. I've been applying to several companies, but most of the good programs are already full for this semester.""What about TechNova?" Jessica asked. "We have an excellent internship program.""I actually applied," Harry admitted. "But I was told you weren't accepting any new interns this semester."Michael waved his hand dismissively. "Standard policy, but exceptions can be made. Harry, I'd like to offer you a paid internship position at TechNova. You'd be working directly with our AI development team."Harry's heart leaped, but he forced himself to stay

The club looked different in the afternoon light. Without the pulsing music and crowds, it seemed smaller and somehow seedier. Frank walked up to the entrance where a bored-looking bouncer sat on a stool."We're closed," the bouncer said without looking up from his phone."I need to speak with Rico," Frank said. "Tell him Frank Solomon is here."The bouncer finally looked up. "Rico doesn't own this place anymore."Frank blinked in surprise. "What? Since when?""Since the federal raid. Got arrested, lost the club. Whole ownership changed hands.""Who owns it now?" Frank asked, feeling uneasy.The bouncer pulled out his phone and scrolled to a photo. "Some college kid bought it. Here."He held up the phone, and Frank felt his world tilt. Harry's face stared back at him from the screen."That's impossible," Frank whispered."That's what the paperwork says," the bouncer replied with a shrug. "Kid bought the place for ten million cash."Frank's mind reeled. Harry couldn't have ten million

Frank arrived at the Anderson estate carrying a bouquet of expensive flowers and a bottle of premium wine. The butler led him to the dining room where the family was already gathering."Frank!" Richard Anderson greeted him warmly. "What a pleasant surprise! We weren't expecting you.""I hope I'm not imposing," Frank said with practiced humility. "Mona was kind enough to invite me.""Nonsense! You're always welcome here," Linda Anderson said. "Especially after what you did for Alice."Alice, sitting at the far end of the table, looked up at Frank with barely concealed disgust but said nothing.As they settled in for dinner, Frank waited for the right moment to bring up his business proposal. The conversation flowed naturally—too naturally, Frank thought, as Richard droned on about market trends and quarterly reports."You know, Mr. Anderson," Frank finally interjected during a lull, "I've been working on something quite exciting at Solomon Industries. Something that could revolutionize

The guard's laughter became even more mocking. "Oh, this is rich! You saved his daughter? What are you, some kind of superhero? Did you swoop in wearing a cape?""Look, just check your records—""I don't need to check anything!" The guard stood up, his imposing bulk suddenly threatening. "What I need is for you to get your lying ass out of this building before I throw you out myself!""I'm not lying!" Harry protested."That's it, I've had enough of your bullshit," the guard snarled, coming around the desk. "You've got three seconds to leave on your own, or I'll make you leave. One...""Please, just listen—""Two...""Call Mr. Chen's office! That's all I'm asking!""Three!" The guard grabbed Harry's arm roughly and started dragging him toward the exit."Get your hands off me!" Harry struggled against the grip."Shut up, you little punk!" The guard raised his other hand as if to strike Harry. "Maybe a smack will teach you not to waste people's time with your pathetic lies!""What the he