Level Up

A Fresh retelling.

New York never truly slept. It just blinked slowly at night, hiding its chaos behind flashing lights and distant sirens. The air smelled of smoke, old oil, grease and fast food. People moved like ghosts. Some in a rush, others just trying to stay warm. New York was an unusual place.

A man moved through the crowd quickly, one hand deep in his coat pocket, the other gripping a black briefcase. He had the look of someone who didn’t want to be noticed, although his handsome features said otherwise. He had a clean shave and trimmed hair to an almost low cut, complimenting his face that looked between his late forties and early fifties. He also had a black tuxedo beneath The coat, generating additional heat for him. Nonetheless, he proceeded, casting occasional glances behind him. He had done this before, roughly twenty years ago before he became a tech mogul. This reminded him of that dark past he always left behind. However, he has to do reconcile with the past now. Else his future, his