Rise of The Big Bull

Daniel awoke to yet another gloomy day. His small apartment enveloped him in darkness and silence, accompanied only by the gentle patter of rain against the windowpane. His gaze fixated on the ceiling above, a cascade of thoughts swirling in his mind. How would he navigate the remainder of the month? The fridge lay barren, and the rent was overdue. A week had passed since he lost his job, and despite his tireless efforts in submitting countless job applications, prospects seemed to elude him. The demanding nature of his work as a garbage collector left him perpetually drained, and a sense of failure gnawed at his core. Emily, his girlfriend, remained a steadfast believer in him, the one who championed his cause. Yet, with each passing day, he detected traces of disappointment in her eyes, which only deepened his despondency.

Moreover, Daniel found himself increasingly frustrated by Emily's insatiable desires, exacerbated by the meddling presence of her two friends, Elisa and Jennifer, who never seemed to approve of him. No matter the extent of his exertions, it seemed that his efforts were never truly enough. The mounting pressure left Daniel feeling defeated, questioning whether their love was worth the struggle and sacrifice it demanded.

Daniel's world shifted abruptly when a notification flashed across his phone screen: a deposit of $500 had been made into his account. Relief and joy surged through him as he realized that his salary for the previous month, delayed due to company issues, had finally come through. It was a little sum of money more like a chicken change, but to him, it seemed like an endless realm of chances which he could use to surprise his girlfriend . It had been an agonizing wait, but at long last, he found himself with the chance to do something truly extraordinary for Emily, especially considering that her birthday was just around the corner.

Daniel's thoughts raced with a rush of excitement and ideas, as he contemplated the countless ways he could maximize this unforeseen stroke of good fortune. The sudden influx of cash presented a vast array of opportunities, and he couldn't help but envision all the amazing endeavors he could undertake to craft a truly unforgettable experience for Emily.

something that would etch itself indelibly in her memory. After all, it had been seven long years since they first started dating, and he had never before orchestrated such an elaborate celebration.

With a racing heart, Daniel found himself standing at Emily's opulent doorstep, clutching a beautifully wrapped gift. He wore a simple blue shirt, his nerves palpable as he anxiously adjusted its collar. As he waited for a response to his presence, his gaze wandered toward the driveway, where a resplendent red Ferrari sat parked. Curiosity piqued, he couldn't help but wonder who the sleek automobile belonged to.

As the door swung open, there stood Emily, champagne glass in hand, a beautiful smile adorning her face. But the instant her gaze locked with Daniel's, her expression transformed into one of sheer disappointment. Without thinking, she instinctively pushed him away when he reached out to embrace her. Caught off guard, Daniel let out a nervous laugh, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as a rush of awkwardness flooded through him.

"I apologize for being late, babe," he said with a hint of unease in his voice, Work has been absolutely crazy," he explained, hoping to diffuse the tension.

Just then, a smooth, masculine voice cut in, and Daniel's heart sank as he witnessed the man confidently place his arm around Emily's waist, planting an intimate kiss on her neck. A tinge of jealousy coursed through Daniel as he observed the interaction. He tried to greet the man and introduce himself, but before he could even finish his sentence, Emily interrupted with a cough.

"And who might this be?" the stranger inquired, his eyes scanning Daniel with a hint of disdain.

Without skipping a beat, Daniel responded with a confident smile, reaching out his hand for a handshake. "Actually, I'm her boyfriend," he asserted, hoping to command at least some respect from this enigmatic man.

To Daniel's astonishment, Emily promptly contradicted his confident statement, declaring that he was actually the garbage boy she had mentioned before. The mixture of humiliation and anger flooded through Daniel as he struggled to comprehend why Emily would speak to him in such a demeaning manner.

"Here to beg, again?" the smooth-talking stranger taunted, tossing a penny at Daniel as if to dismiss him carelessly. "Go ahead, treat yourself," he sneered mockingly.

Daniel was overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions—anger, confusion, and embarrassment intertwined within him. Despite the inner turmoil, he made a valiant effort to maintain his composure as Emily gracefully led the unfamiliar man away, suggesting they refill her champagne glasses together.

Left alone, Daniel couldn't contain his frustration any longer and inquired with a tinge of exasperation, "May I ask who that gentleman was?" His voice betrayed hints of hurt and bewilderment.

Emily let out a weary sigh, avoiding his gaze as she mustered the courage to explain the situation. "He's someone I've been seeing, Daniel. That's my new boyfriend, Stephen," she confessed, her voice tinged with remorse. "I'm truly sorry, but our romantic chapter has come to an end."