I wake up to the incessant iPhone alarm ringing on my bedside table. It is playing the same techno-ripple chime as my ringtone. I groggily push my blankets aside and sit down on my bed. It is my week’s break before joining Ken’s company after all. They had actively seek to recruit me without any qualms or hesitation. I knew that they wanted me from the meeting that we have had. I peek open the curtains of my apartment and bathe in the warm sun rays of the summer morning. Life is good.

I turn on the television to my favourite finance channel, CNBC. There, I carefully watch the stock news and watch analysts make a fool of themselves. It is pure cathartic entertainment, well sort of. While letting the TV play in the background, I get up to make my usual cup of morning joe. I had enough savings to retire by now. But I am still deeply unsatisfied with the unfinished project that will never see the light of the day. I want more.

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And the only way I am going to get my way is by joining Ken’s company and utilising their connections in the industry. After all, Ken’s company is also one of the best in their field and I am highly interested in the relationships that they have with various partners across the wide spectrum. From investors to CEOs to owners, they have no lack of connections with the insiders and the powerful in this city. Since I have successfully joined their company without much suspicion and with such ease. I must take full advantage of my privilege and position to achieve my desired outcome. Revenge.

The drip coffee finish its making and I take a big gulp of that smooth Arabian coffee that goes down well in my throat. We have a lot to look forward to. The world will. Let’s see who is on top by the end of it.