Club

Ethan P.O.V:

 I heard a voice call out to me, and I turned my head to see the woman from earlier chasing after me. Confusion washed over me as I wondered why she still wanted to talk. Hadn't we settled everything? She approached me, her tone filled with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. 

"Excuse me, sir," she began, her words trailing off slightly as if searching for the right way to continue. I looked closely at her, struggling to place where I might know her from. 

"No, have we met before?" I asked, hoping for some clue that would jog my memory. I couldn't recall ever seeing her face, but maybe I was mistaken. She shook her head, denying any previous encounter. Briefly, she explained, "It's just that I am a good customer of this company." I couldn't help but let a small smile slip as I appreciated her loyalty. 

"Thanks for being a good customer. I'm sorry that I don't recognize you. It wasn't my fault," I responded, hoping to reassure her. Revealing the truth about my condition, I added.

"I just have a little disease that makes me forget people easily." Understanding washed over her features, and she apologized for the misunderstanding. 

"Oh, so sorry about that," she said, perhaps feeling guilty for assuming I would remember her. 

"You don't have to be sorry," I assured her before excusing myself to join my personal assistant waiting in the car. As I walked away, I couldn't help but ponder the encounter, wondering if there was more to the woman's connection.

"Andrew, I apologize for making you wait in the car," I said, expressing my remorse for keeping him waiting. However, he just nodded his head in response, his demeanor remaining uptight, which didn't particularly appeal to me. "Welcome back to work, sir," he greeted as I stepped inside the car. I sighed, feeling the weight of recent events still lingering in my mind. 

"Yeah, I traveled after dealing with that troublesome situation and had to meet my grandpa. It was quite embarrassing, and Jonathan hasn't stopped teasing me about it." Eager to shift the focus back to business matters, Andrew posed his question. 

"Can we discuss the business now, sir?" Feeling a pang of disappointment, I couldn't help but voice my thoughts.

 "Andrew, I thought we were friends." I hoped to bridge the gap between us, but his response lacked warmth as he inquired, "Yes, sure. Why do you ask?" Noticing his disinterested tone and lack of eye contact, I felt a tinge of hurt. "You don't act like a friend, Andrew. But anyway, let's move on. What do you have to share about the business?"

Andrew dip his hand in his bag and brought out a a stack of papers for our discussion. But I have a better idea. I hand him a Mad Libs worksheet

"Let’s make this meeting more fun! Fill out the blanks, and we’ll create a business plan based on your answers." Andrew looks skeptical at first, but then a smile spreads across his face.

 As Andrew fills out the blanks, we both start laughing at the hilarious combinations. We’re having so much fun that we almost forget about the meeting. Finally, we’ve filled in all the blanks, and we begin to read through the completed worksheet. It’s the most ridiculous business plan I’ve ever seen, but I have to admit, it’s also kind of brilliant. Maybe there’s something to this unconventional approach! 

""Grandpa will surely love this," I said, excitement evident in my voice. However, Andrew shook his head, expressing his disapproval.

 "Can't you do this business on your own? You have the money to start it up without informing your grandfather," he suggested. I couldn't help but consider his point. Perhaps it was time for me to take charge and prove myself independently.

 "Thank you, Andrew. I will think about pursuing this venture on my own. The only issue is that my grandfather has always been against me starting a business on my own," I explained, acknowledging the conflict between my desires and his wishes. As the conversation continued, Andrew shifted the topic to another concern.

 "What about getting married? Have you made any progress in that area?" he asked, his words hitting a sensitive nerve. I pondered his question, realizing that I hadn't yet found someone with whom I felt that instant connection. There had been fleeting moments, but I was cautious not to repeat past mistakes. "Why not consider opening a dating site?" Andrew suggested, clearly believing it could be a solution to my search for a compatible partner.

"Opening a dating site," I repeated, mulling over Andrew's suggestion. The idea had merit, considering the widespread popularity of online dating platforms. It could potentially provide a solution not just for me, but for countless others that don't like being with people as well. 

"That's an interesting thought, Andrew. I'll take your suggestion into consideration," I replied, appreciating his input. Creating a dating site could be a viable endeavor, and it might even prove to be a lucrative business opportunity. However, I couldn't help but feel a sense of reservation. The idea of solely focusing on a dating site seemed to divert from the other business ventures I was considering. While it held potential, I had to evaluate whether it aligned with my long-term goals and interests. "I'll explore the possibilities further and weigh the pros and cons," I stated, ensuring that I remained open to all possibilities. It was crucial for me to carefully consider my options and make a well-informed decision that would benefit both my personal and professional aspirations.

"Alright," Andrew said, his voice filled with a tinge of disappointment. 

"I think we should stop here, seeing you at work on Monday." I felt a pang of sadness.

"Why are you so fast? I thought we were going to spend a few more hours together. You know I hardly go out, and you're the only friend I have." Andrew let out a dry chuckle, seemingly unaffected by my words.

 "I need to relieve some stress," he explained, his tone somewhat distant. 

"We can do that at the gym," I suggested hopefully. He shook his head. 

"Oh no, today is Friday. I need to go to the club. I'll stay with you till Monday if you come with me," he proposed, knowing full well that my fear of people made such a place unbearable for me. I frowned, understanding that I didn't have much of a choice. 

"Deal or no deal?" he asked, as if it was a game. I knew I would be bored to death without Andrew, so reluctantly, I responded, "Like I have a choice." A smirk played across his face as he retorted, 

"The right word to use is that you can't do without me." 

"In your dreams," I replied, trying to hide the small smirk that threatened to surface.

 We approaches the club, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves. It’s always a bit nerve-wracking to enter a new place, especially a popular club with so much strangers like this one. I glances over at Andrew, who seems cool and confident as usual. We have been friends for years, and i knows he will always have my back no matter what happens tonight. I took a takes a deep breath and pushes open the door to the club.

As we enters the club, the music hits me like a wave. It’s loud and thumping, and the lights are flashing in time to the beat. I my his pulse quicken as he takes in the scene. The club is packed with people dancing and laughing, and i sees the bar at the back of the room, with people lining up to order drinks. Andrew gives me a nudge and says.

 “Let’s get a drink and scope out the scene.” 

"Ahhhh," a sudden wave of pain crashed over me, causing me to grip my head tightly in an attempt to alleviate the throbbing. 

"Ethan! Ethan!! Ethan!!!" I heard Andrew's voice, faint and distant, as if trying to break through the haze of my agony.