The morning sun peeked over Zenith's skyline, lighting up the city's waking hustle. News of the Twin Flame Gala rippled through every corner — and with it, a wave of curiosity about the young man now commanding the spotlight.
At a College Café
Marcus scrolled through his phone, his jaw tightening as he stared at a viral article:
"Darren Kairos: The Quiet Kid Who's Suddenly Everywhere"
"From Forgotten to Fortune: How One Young Man is Changing the Game."
He looked at his friends, disbelief clear in his voice.
"Is this the same Darren Kairos from our old neighborhood? I mean, last I saw, he was just a regular guy, nothing special."
"Yeah, quiet guy. Always kept to himself. No clue he was this sharp."
"I heard he's been making moves in the real estate scene — buying up properties, closing deals like a pro."
On Campus
Jake, one of the guys who'd bullied Darren years ago, overheard the chatter at the student lounge.
He scoffed, folding his arms.
"So, the 'loser' Kairos kid is suddenly some kind of business prodigy?"
Tino grinned.
"Funny how the tables turn, huh? I wonder if he remembers us."
In a Boardroom Downtown
In a sleek high-rise, a middle-aged woman in a sharp suit flipped through a report with Darren's photo on the cover.
Her colleague leaned in.
"You've seen his moves, right? The properties he's been snapping up? The contacts he's making?"
"Yeah, impressive for someone so young. Smart too. Definitely playing the long game."
"I don't know much about him, but I'm keeping tabs. Could be a future heavyweight."
Darren's Perspective
Back in his penthouse, Darren sipped coffee, watching the city buzz below.
His phone buzzed with notifications from news outlets and social media.
But only he knew the truth behind the numbers.
The system was a secret, locked tight — a power only he held.
He glanced at his bank balance, glowing brighter by the hour.
[£73,560,000]
A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips.
"Let them wonder who I am.
Let them question how I rise.
Because all that matters is that I do."
He set his phone down and stood, eyes narrowing toward the horizon.
"Next target: Hayes Properties."