"You're back. What took you so long?" Jessica asked as she approached Greg.
"Nothing serious, just had a small task to complete," Greg replied, sitting beside her with a smirk. "Missed me already?"
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The old man stretched his hand outward, awaiting Greg's reply. He received it immediately—a big, final NO.
"Young man, I would love for you to reconsider your answer," the old man said, a coldness creeping into his eyes.
"A no is a no. I'm not changing my mind. The last time I worked under someone didn't exactly turn out well for me. I'm not a fan of working under people," Greg said firmly.
The old man locked eyes with him. A silent tension brewed between them as they engaged in an intense stare-off, neither moving an inch.
"Hah… I truly wished you were wise enough to take the opportunity offered to you. But like the majority of your generation, you let a golden opportunity slip right through your fingers," the old man muttered, shaking his head in disappointment.
