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ARROW’S POV My injuries were heavy to carry so I sunk into my chair as betrayal and treachery found a fit description for my musing. The happenings of the morning were on replay, rehearsing each excruciating scene with pain that refused to be soothed. My mind could not think straight at all; all I had was this jumbled mass, a confused wreck, as I was desperately trying to find some rationale in the midst of this whirlwind that had so completely disrupted my life. Reality fractured; either I was literally insane or abstractly bombed, for the ground beneath me lay in complete anarchy. Kindness on her part must have compelled my PA to somehow intrude into my thoughts; he was still speaking when I could not summon sufficient energy to give a verbal response. "Good day, sir," he voice flowed like a soft breeze that danced in summer. "A meeting is scheduled with Enzo Company Ltd." I barely lifted my head to consider him; my eyes were fixed on an invisible point below the floor. Others wo

ARROW’S POV I drove to where all the beautiful employees were-the company-as if a race were being run in my head with all kinds of thoughts and feelings; even the words of my pretty wife continued to replay in my mind, her idea like a tempting dream. The drive was more of a blur at that moment. The heart picked up with excitement and expectation; all I could think of was the work at hand. Reaching the company, I made my way to the HR office, each step deliberate and determined. Hands reached out to knock on the door. I knocked; a voice from inside called, "Come in.” I cracked it open, the creak of the hinges being a gentle accompaniment to the movements, and stepped into the inside. The office was warm, welcoming, with air and polished wood scent filling my sensory reception. Mr. Dayemi looked up from his desk with a smile as he greeted me. "Oh, good morning, sir," he said, with a friendly and courteous tone of voice and crinkled eyes as he got up. I responded to his greeting w

ARROW’S POV "Okay, thank you very much," said the man whose voice was like a dingy summer breeze, and then he nodded to the crowd. But with the sudden laughter and chatter resuming in the room, the pair of strange-man-like eyes remained gazed on my face. It seemed as if he was studying me, and his expression was unreadable like a mask hiding true feelings. The very anticipation electrified the air, the crowd was like one huge buzzing hive of bees hovering around a sweet flower. The ambience I could sense-bright smiles and exaggerated nods were everywhere as I scanned the room, like a sailor negotiating turbulent waters-even an iota of doubt was significantly possible, and I felt the heavy mantle of responsibility settle on my shoulders. "I realize that this is no small task; yet one also knows there is someone, with the talent and creativity, who could certainly breathe life into 'Echoes in the Night,'" the voice had a clarity and confidence, almost bright, like the peal of a bell

ARROW’S POV It was an electric moment, with all six contestants going their separate ways, caught in their own thoughts. The challenge loomed over them like the sword of Damocles, its edge positively glowing. They knew they were going to enter a crucible in the next seven days, a test of their creativity, skill, and resolve. The odd one joined the tease of questioning. "I'll be watching your progress," came the low voice of the man whose words dripped with enigma. He held their eyes with an intensity that gave the rest a shiver. "I'll be waiting for you to reveal your masterpieces." Then he blended in with the crowd, leaving the others to ponder the stranger's identity and his true intent. A benefactor? A critic? Something altogether more sinister? The other five challengers exchanged apprehensive glances as torturous questions raced through their minds. What was he after? What did he want from them? What kind of masterpiece was he expecting? Parting ways, the six went back to the

ARROW’S POV Now as I sat in this atmosphere of applause from the audience, one of the investors lifted his hand, and I nodded for him to go ahead. "I have something to say," he said to all present, his voice a steady confident exclamation with some enthusiasm. "In fact, I want to take this opportunity to say that Arrow Company is where your money can grow. Indeed, most investors should invest in this company." His words left me with some proud excitement. Here was my venture, Arrow Craft Company, getting noticed by investors, and there inevitably appeared to be something big in the offing. "Many thanks, as always," I said with a smile to the investor. "I'm quite excited to hear that you are looking at our company. My worker did a fantastic job showing off our vision and values." The applause had died down, and I inhaled deeply to carry on with the prepared proceedings. "Now is the time for the main event," I announced with a smile to the audience. "It is time to call the chall