Love project

gument with my parents still lingered, refusing to be shaken off. I trudged to the bathroom, the cold tiles beneath my feet a

t, the silence of the house deafening. The only sign of life was Betty, Meixia's nanny, who gave me a

mptiness inside me seemed to echo with each step I took, the silence a heavy blanket that wrapped ar

ling myself for the long day ahead. I had to start over, rebuild my business from scratch.

ed an exorbitant price tag or looked like it hadn't been cleaned in months. My stomach growled, reminding me I'd skipped breakfast. The aroma of freshly baked

and took a bite, the flavors exploding on my tongue. For a moment, my worries forgot me. I glanced at my phone, willing

walk, my luggage got tangled with a stranger's feet. Apologetic, I turned to face a kind-eyed woman, her silver

thing about her gentle manner put me at ease. "Y

m looking to sell, and I'm not looking for much money. I'll let you have it for $5

see myself curled up on the couch, surrounded by books and laughter. It was more than enough room for one person, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I thanked h

ing bed. I flopped onto the plush mattress, sinking into its softness like a cloud enveloping me. The warmth wrapped arou

fore me, a tapestry of rooftops and skyscrapers. The peacefulness was almost palpable, a balm

beckoning me to create. A refreshing shower revitalized me, and my stomach growled, reminding me o

spices, envisioning the meal I'd prepare. My stomach rumbled in anticipation, and I quickened my pace, eager to r

aven. I stretched, yawned, and headed for the bathroom, the warm water cascading down my skin like a refreshing h

t around my waist, feeling like a new chapter had begun. The old lady arrived later, and we sat down at the kitchen table, surrounded by papers and pens.

dove into the task, fingers flying across the keyboard as I tackled the virus infecting Mindspak's system. Hunter Vern's company was on the line,

The days blended together, but the results didn't. My bank