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As Drew and Jared stepped into the bustling gym, the clanking of weights and grunts of exertion filled the air. "Dude! Check this place out! It's the newest and the biggest gym in town with ALL the latest machines! We're gonna have a BLAST! And we got FREE passes so we can hang out here for as long as we want!" Drew said excitedly. But Jared looked around and saw all the other high school and college students who were using the dumbbells in the free weights section, and the arm and leg machines scattered around the weight room, and the guys surrounding the cable towers and he became instantly scared and intimidated by the sheer size and strength of all the men and even the women who were already there! Drew, ever the extrovert, was eager to jump onto the nearest machine and start pumping iron. Jared, on the other hand, felt like a mouse in a den of lions. His gaze swept over the sea of bulging biceps and chiseled chests, feeling his confidence shrink with each step. "Ohh, man...

28-year-old Don Stone dreaded today, having just come out from peak rush hour traffic of the city’s subway system. Standing 1.8m tall in his suit and tie, he looked like the average office worker. For five years, he dedicated his life to his current company, White Shark Investment Holdings. But now, that shark is about to sleep with the fishes. After college, Don joined the company, rather small compared to the big names everyone had heard of, and immediately fell in love with the culture. The company did its best, investing in companies to jumpstart their operations and grow people’s finances. The company played safe, having value stability over profitability, his boss’s motto, resulting in low returns but it was good enough for the whole company. Generally everyone was friendly with each other, being a small company meant it was common to work with everyone you see every day, hard to find issues with each other. Don was a leading officer in investments, using the problem-solving and

Vincent’s P.O.V. I rubbed my tired eyes and stared at the clock. A long Saturday shift at the auto shop made me wish for nothing more than to be with Dominic. It was only eight so I figured he’d still be up and fine with me coming over. I mean he usually never has any complaints about us being together. I stopped by my place to take a quick shower and change before I headed over. When I got up to his apartment door, I knocked softly. It took a minute before Dominic answered the door in his pajama shirt and pants. “Hey, babe.” I greeted. “Oh hey, V. I thought you would still be working.” He replied, surprised to see me. He let me in and shut the door behind me. “I was but the auto shop closes at seven thirty so I don’t really have to worry about late nights unless my boss wants to be a dick.” “That’s cool.” Dominic said. He seemed more ansty than usual. I was hoping I wasn’t bothering him by being here. “Everything okay, sweetheart?” I asked. “Yeah, I just wasn’t expecting