As the day dragged on, the scene seemed to replay in every lectur room. In each session, the results from each of the papers of the mock exams were handed out, and as Dean Rasheem Casey had said, Nelson had aced them. The Soil Mechanics lecturer, standing tall at the front of the room, read out the top scorers for his course with a smile of admiration.“Nelson Fisher, scored full marks during the Soil Mechanics paper,” he announced, and the class barely murmured this time. The initial shock had worn off, and though disbelief still lingered in a few corners of the room, most of the students had come to accept that Nelson had now ascended to academic godhood.Some students rolled their eyes, others whispered amongst themselves, but no one dared say anything aloud.That is until the girl with the ponytail who had ran into a hug with Nelson when she had just finished writing her own exams on the day of the mock exam—her name was Cynthia—spoke up during the Soil Mechanics class.“Look, I k

Derek, still eager to curry favour, quickly rushed forward. “Good afternoon, sir. Is there anything I can help you with? Who might you be looking for?” His tone was full of forced politeness, the confidence he had shown just moments ago now completely gone.The suited man gave Derek a quick, dismissive glance, clearly not interested in idle conversation. His gaze swept over the gathered students before settling on Nelson, who had been standing there with a calm expression. The man raised an eyebrow slightly and looked back at Derek. “I’m looking for a student named Nelson,” he said, his voice deep and commanding, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd like a knife.Derek’s face twisted in confusion and disbelief. “Nelson?” he repeated as if the name didn’t quite register with him. It was as if Derek couldn’t reconcile the idea that someone important enough to warrant a V8 limousine would be looking for the same Nelson he had been taunting minutes ago.Nelson stepped forward casually

The journey to Cynthia’s home wasn’t hurried, nor was it slow—it was just right. The steady hum of the limo’s engine was the only sound between Nelson and Cynthia for a while, both lost in their own thoughts.Nelson glanced out of the window, the buildings of the city slowly giving way to more open spaces as they drove further out. He had never been in nice neighbourhoods before, so it was kind of a different perspective.“Huh, ignorance sometimes, is truly a bliss…” Thought Nelson, as he stared at the beautiful scenery and houses. The more he looked at it, the more he wanted to buy a house in the area.Soon, the limo turned onto a long, private road leading to a gated community. But this wasn’t just any gated neighbourhood.It was a villa complex, a secluded haven reserved for the ultra-wealthy and people of status, where entire neighbourhoods consisted solely of large, sprawling villas. The security was tight—no one could enter without being a resident or a direct guest of one. It w

Nelson sat with the sound of the chime still ringing faintly in his ears, and somewhere beneath the noise of the dining room he recognized the shape of the moment for what it was.'Another one,' he thought. 'This looks like another make-or-break point.'The golden interface spread out quietly in front of him, showing him the available Choices from which he would pick from.[Choice A: Refuse the offer and say you only came to meet Cynthia's parents and have dinner| No business IQ and it's evident. [Reward: -$500,000][Choice B: Accept the offer and get a verbal agreement| Making your very first connection with a credible and resourceful Contact [Reward: NVIDIA (NVDA) Stock & 1x Treasure Chest Xtra Bonus for connecting with your first bourgeoisie][Choice C: Cuss the King and tell him you don't need his offer|Arrogant CEO doesn't like being treated like a rookie [Reward: One Bitcoin (Crypto Currency Rewards rely heavily on the current market rate at which the reward was received)]Nelso

Nelson stared at his phone screen with his thumb hovering over Vivian's contact for the eighth time that morning. The call log showed seven consecutive attempts, each one ending in the same mechanical voicemail greeting."Come on, pick up," he muttered, pressing the call button again.The phone line rang once and twice, then three times. He was already about to give up, his thumb already moved towards the end call button, when the ringing stopped and a soft click signaled the line connecting.For the first three seconds, it was utterly silent. Nelson and Vivian trying to string out the other to talk first."Vivian?" Nelson said, eventually giving in. He kept his voice and tone casual, making sure not to sound too serious. "Hey. It's been a while."Another three seconds of silence followed. Then a slow, measured exhale on the other end, the kind of sound someone makes when they're deciding whether a conversation is worth their time or whether they'd just yell at the person abruptly."O