Roman

**Two weeks before the events of Chapter 1**

The laptop screen flared with light, reflecting onto his face after opening it for the seventh time.

Anticipation gripped him. Eagerness tightened his throat. His fingers danced on his knee with impatience.

'Come on, come on.' he thought.

He glanced at the clock. It was five in the evening. The message was bound to come at any moment. He had performed  extremely well at that interview. Exquisitely even, according to him. He had adorned his best suit, polished his language to no end, and flashed his best smile.

The interviewers, to his delight, were all women. It was easy enough for him to charm them with his devilishly attractive looks as he had been told.

No corporation would have been a fool not to pick him.

But the hairs at the back of his neck tingled. Why was it taking so long for them to get back to him? The interview had been a week ago.

Was it his application? Did he make a mistake? His resumè was flawless when he had sent it. It contained nothing but the best accolades and achievements he had won, the previous tech companies he'd worked in, which were all prestigious and A-level companies.

So what was the problem?

He got up from his seat, almost spilling the coffee that was beside him on the table, and started to pace around. God knows he needed that job. He was short on cash and more broke than a street cat.

Dozens of candy wrappers crunched under his feet. It was unlike him to leave his apartment in such a despondent state but more things were on the line. He didn't care whether his apartment was dirty at the moment. He cared whether he'd live in it the upcoming month.

All that depended on that damn job...

Ping!

A notification. He surged forward, his momentum almost carrying him over the desk where his laptop lay.

The screen flashed. It was an email. From the company.

His fingers trembled with nerves as he opened it. It was now or never. The moment where it would be decided whether he would be sleeping on a yacht or the street.

His eyes scanned the company's reply. Two big words floated above the longer paragraph.

'APPLICATION REJECTED.'

He couldn't believe it at first. He clicked off the email then returned to it. The big letters still greeted his eyes like a gangrene wound.

He didn't bother reading the rest of their reply.

Guess he was sleeping on the street.

He slumped on the chair in exhaustion. After all that waiting... what a way to disappoint a guy.

Another notification alerted him. He didn't care at this point, even if his laptop was melting.

He'd just buy a new one...wait he couldn't.

With fleeting interest, he checked the notification. Another email. This time from a guy named George Walter.

He read his email. A tutoring job.

Roman groaned. He had tutorimg experience. Taught six or so students but the job wasn't worth the pay. And most of the time, the students were brats or fell for him. (Mostly the girls)

He looked at the email again, trying to ascertain the gender of the student. No picture but a name. 'Jerome Walter.'

He could work with that. A guy most probably wouldn't fall for him and he wouldn't fall for them.

And the subject... biochemistry. Not bad. He was proficient in that subject.

But his heart just wasn't into it. He needs another job that pays well. Not this one.

Then his eyes shifted to the supposed fee and his eyes nearly bulged out.

2000$ per every 2 hours session...
5 sessions a week.

He continued reading the statement.

Up for negotiation for a higher pay.

No way. It had to be a scam.

A quick google search on the man and Roman found him immediately.
George Walters. Networth-3billion dollars.

How did it not register to him it was thee George Walters? Owned the literal company that made the laptop he was using. His mind clearly had not been working.

Immediately, he replied with his own email, basically saying how he was up for the job. He could barely control his excitement...

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~The next day~

Roman woke up and immediately grabbed his laptop.

There was a notification.

An email from George Walters.

Agreed. You will relay to us your schedule. Your new negotiation charges are as stated in your reply.
Yours sincerely,
George Walter.

Yes. He cheered internally. Now if only he could brush up on his biochemistry knowledge...