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Chapter 14, The knight's gotta make a living.
Author: Leena Mustafa
last update2025-05-09 10:27:08

Ali was in his room adjusting his tie in the mirror. Even after joining the Knights of Askalan, life didn’t stop, bills needed paying, and relying on his parents wasn’t an option anymore. He had graduated, and now reality demanded he step into the world of nine-to-fives.

Hadi had been clear when Ali asked about income: "The Knights Association pays for missions, but it’s not enough to live on. We all have day jobs. We fight to protect our home, but we still need to eat."

So here he was, dressed in his best button-down, heading to an interview at NexTechni Solutions, a mid-sized firm known for its cutting-edge systems.

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The office was sleek, all glass and polished metal. The interviewer, a sharp-eyed woman in her forties named Ms. Kawthar, scanned his resume before looking up. "So, Ali, your degree is in Computer Engineering, and you’ve done some impressive freelance work. Why us?"

Ali had rehearsed this. "I’ve always been fascinated by system architecture, especially in secur
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