Fiction
The Life of Levi Rupp: Part 5
Levi was finishing his shift and wanted to walk home, a chance to air out the struggles of his recent events from Silas, from the coach, and his emotional ties to Mila. “Levi, a word before you go.” It was Levi’s boss, either his schedule changed or he’s being fired due to recent budget cuts. Levi gave him a nod acknowledging him as he gathered his bag of clothes. It was a mobile office, so the space was confined, and his boss was sitting down, exhausted from the long night. “Sir.” “Ah, Levi. This won’t be long, I know you have school tomorrow so I’ll get to it.” Levi was silent, standing respectfully with his arms crossed in front of him. “Levi, I want you to take a vacation.” “A vacation?” “Yes, you always come into work, you work hard, and you never call out. You’re young and you have a lot on your plate. Take all of next week off.” “Thank you, but…” Levi’s manager raised his hand, cutting him off, “Levi, you’ll still get paid your hourly wage, but I want you to rest. Part of working is discovering balance. Now, go home and I’ll see you in a couple weeks.” Levi, smiling from the good news, thanked his boss and began his long walk home.
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By Richard Bailey2 years ago in Chapters
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By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)2 years ago in Chapters
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Entrepreneur Paul looked skyward. At his desk, some of the best ideas had funneled through the system of his computer. He enjoyed the possibilities of these thoughts. Left alone, he could process a thousand of them and still come up with three excellent ideas. They swirled around in an AI generator that he had actually constructed with his team.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
The Shattered Oath Part 5
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By Richard Bailey2 years ago in Chapters
