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“Yes, Elizabeth, outside the damn box,” Ethan repeats, growing with ripping adamantation, “We're not getting anywhere with these conventional ideas.”Benjamin, the team's resident strategist scratches his chin thoughtfully, “But where else can we look? We've exhausted all the obvious avenues.”“That's precisely the problem!” Ethan exclaims, hands clammy, clasped together, “We're tethering to the same old patterns, expecting different results. We need to challenge our assumptions, break free from the constraints of our preconceptions.”“But what does that even mean? ‘Thinking outside the box'?” Elizabeth must have garnished enough courage to remark such, “Isn't it just a cliché?”“It is anything but a cliché, Elizabeth,” Ethan retorts, “It is a mindset. It is about refusing to accept the status quo and constantly pushing the boundaries of creativity and innovation,” Ethan drags his ombre ravenette waves from his face for an opaque view that ends at nothing. The team members exchange d
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In the quiet suburbs where the sleepy sun begins to perform its morning stretch across well manicured lawns, a growing sense of unease pervades the pomanaded upbringing of the Miller residence. Mr. & Mrs. Miller, faces drooped with worry, scour every corner of their spacious residence, calling for their youngest son Lilian. “Lilian!” Lyra's voice quivers, breaking the morning's stillness. She glances at her husband, whose usually composed demeanour is now taut with anxiety. “Lilian… should have been back by now. He said he was going out to meet his friends at the park, but that was hours ago.” “I have tried calling him, Lyra… but it goes straight to voicemail. I've texted him too, but no response.” Lyra's mind is contaminated with all possible worst-case scenarios. “Wh- what if he's in trouble? This neighbourhood is safe, is it not?” "Did you check his room again?" Mr. Miller asks, his brow furrowed, hands clenching and unclenching by his sides. He had already searched the nei
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"I would rather prefer to be sick than lovesick." *** It is unwonted— the two piece suit in a hue of dark mocha colours, a conservative tie, with coordinating socks and shoes. Ryan Miller, 19, never had worn any apparel that could be deemed 'formal', because he is allegedly reputed a 'good for nothing' for his incompetence, and therefore was never needed to wear one. That was until today. Yes! Ryan Miller is me. "May I come in, sir?" I stand before the ingress, carrying the copies of my resumè and some other necessary documents. "Come in," he says without lifting his head. From his appearance, one can undeniably say that my new boss, the owner of the chart-topping dating app of Allentown- LOVESICK, is a workaholic. I bow before proceeding to set my foot in that gelid, aloof room. From my boss's countenance, I can take it as read that he is not very delighted to recruit me as his Personal Assistant. I have heard that during the preliminary interview, there had been some disputat
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"Family!!! Love!!!!??? Nonsense, absolute nonsense!!!" Ethan punches against the table, hurting his knuckles again— he shakes his palm incessantly, as he begins to trot all around his substantial office room. "Who? Who the hell is he?? Why would he appear out of nowhere and dare to lecture me, The Ethan Smith about love, emotions and more of similar jokes after all these years again?" Enraged, he sweeps away all the vocational papers put on the Caramel desk before him. He sways over that aforementioned desk, putting both his arms over it, closing his eyes to regain his serenity— Ryan Miller. As soon as Ethan closes his eyes, the picture of Ryan Miller zooms off at the back of his mind. "AHHHHH!!!" He pulls his hairs, before a thin stream of tear escapes from his right eye. Despondency taking over him, he crouches on the floor, "Why…why did it have to be someone like him?" He sighs, before his eyes fall at the thing beside him— Ryan's green handkerchief. Ethan lay his hold on the p
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Lillian gasps at his brother as he finishes drivelling on about his new overseer, Ethan Smith. "Do you…really mean that?" Lillian murmurs, eyes darting between the coat smeared with coffee, distributing a nutty aroma of that brewed beverage and the talker himself. The air, at that, stiffens around them and threatens Ryan to suffocate, in humiliation— in case he can not concoct a rejoinder. "Of course!!" Ryan croaks out with a sadistic smile. Lillian can see the elder man filling with irritability with every barest account he makes of the events from earlier in the morning. Sensing his obvious frustration, Ryan quickly says, "You're still too young to understand any of these! Besides, my stomach is growling." There isn't much to sort and Lillian had practically known he has doomed himself to an uncomfortable few whiles; much thanks to Ryan's horrendous petulance. Now that Ryan is straggling, the younger decides to meander down to the kitchen to grab something to satisfy both h
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Lilian pins the Parchment to a hook, and weighs up on the risks for his elder brother, regarding the coffee blemish as base. Ryan's treasured brother, Lilian, paces around the room, the parchment fabric of the suit rubbing and hitting the younger's ears, making him dwell on— nearly Lilian appears like he is the protagonist of some mystery-thriller, racking his brains about a long unsolved cold case. "Ryan! What do you even keep on fooling around with? Geez!!" Lillian frets, then turning towards their bureau, above an inch where the said boy, after this fact, finds two paradoxical menders; their undefiled detergent and Ryan's long forsaken toothbrush with its finest bristles, while upon the mentions, Lillian's lips etches into an ear-to-ear beam."Thank you, lifesavers!!" He winks at particularly nothing noticeable. ***A weird throbbing transpires in the middle of Ryan's chest. His whey-faced countenance emulates the sinking of teeth into the mushy pair of lips which he possesses, R
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"And I am ready to play the game, Sir!"Ethan's body movements freezes momentarily— "You sure do have a foul mouth, don't you?"Shifting the weights between his feet, Ryan nurses to his consternation. Necessarily, a discomfiture keeps up pace; if he is to ask for pardon, or pretend that he never said such things, he is not sure. By the grace of Almighty, however, Ethan swerves, forbidding impractical gossips, "Anyway, take a look here!" He turns the electronic device for Ryan to be commanding a view upon it."What is this?" Ryan squints the pair of his eyes— before him now sits a fulgent white screen, and several bars embellished through in different colors, "Oh! Statistics?" "Thank Heavens, you at least know what a statistic is," Ethan derides, "Of the past few years of LOVESICK'S services. Also, in that next slide, you can see the statistic for the past few months. In the next, of the past few weeks.""And in the next, of the past few days. Then the past few hours. Then the past fe
Last Updated : 2023-05-04Hate at First Sight Chapter- 06
"Did I say something…wrong?"Ryan nervously shuffles the weight from his feet to feet. Right now he feels like crawling into a hole and disappearing completely without a trace— when will he learn to check his phrases before babbling them?Ethan holds his cigarette over the ashtray, gently tapping the ashes into it, "Mr. Miller, it is indeed not going to be easy working with you," he lets a toned down chuckle follow, "But don't worry, I am not the kind to be offended over anything and everything.""Is that so?" Ryan's fluttering eyes shift away, with the indistinct chatter attending his lips, "Did not seem like, although.""Did you say something?" Ethan asks, walking over to his desk. "No, no," Ryan immediately shakes his head a 'no', denying breathing a word, "I was just talking to myself about some very insignificant things. Don't worry about it.""Okay. So, shall we get back to work now?" As the ravenette finishes smoking, he checks if the cigarette ember is completely out and dispo
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In the quiet suburbs where the sleepy sun begins to perform its morning stretch across well manicured lawns, a growing sense of unease pervades the pomanaded upbringing of the Miller residence. Mr. & Mrs. Miller, faces drooped with worry, scour every corner of their spacious residence, calling for their youngest son Lilian. “Lilian!” Lyra's voice quivers, breaking the morning's stillness. She glances at her husband, whose usually composed demeanour is now taut with anxiety. “Lilian… should have been back by now. He said he was going out to meet his friends at the park, but that was hours ago.” “I have tried calling him, Lyra… but it goes straight to voicemail. I've texted him too, but no response.” Lyra's mind is contaminated with all possible worst-case scenarios. “Wh- what if he's in trouble? This neighbourhood is safe, is it not?” "Did you check his room again?" Mr. Miller asks, his brow furrowed, hands clenching and unclenching by his sides. He had already searched the nei
Hate at First Sight Chapter- 30
“Yes, Elizabeth, outside the damn box,” Ethan repeats, growing with ripping adamantation, “We're not getting anywhere with these conventional ideas.”Benjamin, the team's resident strategist scratches his chin thoughtfully, “But where else can we look? We've exhausted all the obvious avenues.”“That's precisely the problem!” Ethan exclaims, hands clammy, clasped together, “We're tethering to the same old patterns, expecting different results. We need to challenge our assumptions, break free from the constraints of our preconceptions.”“But what does that even mean? ‘Thinking outside the box'?” Elizabeth must have garnished enough courage to remark such, “Isn't it just a cliché?”“It is anything but a cliché, Elizabeth,” Ethan retorts, “It is a mindset. It is about refusing to accept the status quo and constantly pushing the boundaries of creativity and innovation,” Ethan drags his ombre ravenette waves from his face for an opaque view that ends at nothing. The team members exchange d
Hate at First Sight Chapter- 29 (Day 5)
The interior decorators, a collective of talented creatives eagerly gather in the region, summoned straight from downtown Manhattan, circle a lot deasil, put together to bring Ethan Smith's visions to life. The CEO's absorption fits between the ornamentalists, his brow screwing up ever so slightly a fleeting moment before he seamlessly engages with the group, “So, without further ado,” Ethan clears his throat, “Thank you all for being here today. We have found ourselves yet another unique opportunity, as you may already be acquainted with, to live up to LOVESICK's fame. LOVESICK has always prided itself on turning ordinary pieces into masterpieces. Keep in mind, our upcoming showroom inauguration must embody this ethos to perfection.”Ethan's eyes, through and through, dart around the room, not lingering on any one person for more than a split second before moving on to the next. His hands fidget with a pen in his pocket, tapping it against his thigh in an erratic pattern. “Furthermor
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The grandeur, the opulence do very little to calm his nerves. Ryan has no idea what to expect, nothing one-up than humiliation. But the tumultuous events of the past stints had left the brunette on his edge. Mustering up the last bit of courage he has, Ryan enters the grand living room. It is filled with a bustling crowd, coming off apparitions that seem to dwarf the assistant in size. Ryan's anxiety shows no sign of dissipating anytime soon, a sense of foreboding washes over him. Each step taken, Ryan's trepidation dilutes. The phantom crowd seem to part a narrow aisle for solely him to pave, as if they are all well aware of the impending encounter between him and his overseer Ethan. He feels like a reluctant protagonist willingly walking towards his uncertain, maybe all altering fate."Is it what I am thinking it is. . ." Sound of a distant, feeble violin strings playing an all absorbing melody echoing through air, intensifying each corner in Ryan's mind, lighting his forsaken hopes
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RYAN; The crowd cramming disperse, I am left behind, a solitary wanderer with an assignment that doesn't suit me, an outlandish piece of paper, and also not forgoing bearing the weight of an indecisiveness hurled upon me by my Mr. Haughty. I find myself standing, clutching onto the rather bizarre envelope that had been entrusted by a person whom I have never met in Sir's office. It is most plausible that he had always been there, I'm not too vigilant, nor do I bother much to look anywhere other than where I myself need to be, so that kind of explains. My mind right now is whirling with questions, whose answers seemingly lie nowhere I would be able to reach, my mind burning like a flickering flame of candle in a hailstorm— who was that person who was looking at me so cryptically? Why was he looking especially at me and not Sir? What did he want to convey through this envelope? Why did he not trust Sir enough instead of me? And… why did the person look so scared? What the hell is going
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"Alright folks, right this way," Ethan rises from his opulent seat, flapping at his clients, Michael and his esteemed wife Allina to take their respective cues. The showroom kicking about, still on the stocks, leaks a vim cooperating with prospects of one's expectancy. Conceptual sketches of the app LOVESICK's quirks, alongside sleek and architectural designs, have been built on to prettify the sterile walls pottered in red-pink. "Allina, Michael, you both have chosen the perfect time to visit. We're just putting our best final touches before the event. So, I heartily welcome you to the future of love here, right under this roof," Ethan begins, pointing a finger towards the feisty sketches all across the wall, "Here, we attempt to redefine the way people connect, to bridge the gap between the digital and the tangible, the virtual and the real," this man here, Ethan Smith, means business, for the gentleman has set his heart on coming to a yielding compromise at the feet his brusque woo
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Hollowed, in this Illuminated space of academia, dreams merge with pragmatism. An advisor, a figure of immense stature and reputation, appraises Lillian that seems to communicate a lifetime of wisdom and sagacity, honed by counting years of guiding those daring enough to grasp the elusive filament of success. "Dear Lilian," deliberately, the advisor leans back in his opulent seat, soft creaking resounding to Lilian's captivating whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, vying for attention from a propitious bloke's aspirations. "I find myself enchanted by the profound depth and meticulous attention you possess," his gentle authority demands the utmost respect; his lips, laced with unspoken commendation, gracefully parted to utter words that would define Lilian's future. A pause, pregnant with pensive admiration— both time and walls itself hold their breaths. "You have, quite remarkably, completed the task. I had not hoped so much." Where dreams coalesce with reality, Lilian suits in ear
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Grand foyer pedicures Ethan's assistant's advent, high esteem speaking into Ryan. Corporation only fitting, whipping the brunette's face with a newfound slap. Ryan summons will, whooping every ounce of attention he is getting— in line "Good morning, Sir!" How soon is too soon exactly? How is it four days already? How many days make four days? Ryan hasn't gotten used to being paid juggling respects left and right far— he had just adjusted to always acting in the role of one who pays, gets nothing in return. . . Resounding click-clacks focus on a pair of Chelsea boots, hallowed ground departing to the opposite direction of Ethan's grand glass doors. "May I co–" a bumming noddle is gawking at Ryan, leering…enough reason for Ryan to tread substantial emotional distress. "What's that in your hand, Mr. Miller?" "Huh?" Ryan reacts absurdly, drawing back in distaste, "S- sorry. I think I saw something there," lacking in evidence, Ryan will not breathe a word to his boss— that could have bee
Hate at First Sight Chapter- 23 (Day 4)
Sleeping day in the duvet of a twilight, delivering an aroma of violin stroking Lyra's nose, Mrs. Lyra Miller, sits hunched, trekking a stack of t-shirts. Her husband, with one distant expression, stands by Lyra's side, their hands automatically matching folding rhythms— neatly folding mound of laundered fabrics. Lyra hears, is hearing the gentle strains of Ryan's violin being played, "We made Ryan nearly sacrifice his love, didn't we, honey?" "Lyra, we were thinking about Ryan's future," Mr. David Miller, is a soft rumble. Lyra's attention returns to the half folded jeans in her hands, "We bought this pair of jeans when Ryan used to be sixteen. You remember it, David? It was larger in size when we bought it, but Ryan thought it was so pretty…we thought he could wear it when he grows up." David nods knowingly, "Of course, I remember," understanding the complexities webbing in Lyra's experience, "Ryan has barely ever worn it, Lyra." "He has never worn it, David. . .he does not even
