The night was still young, and Ross was always on the lookout for opportunities to expand his ever-growing world of influence and women.
As he made his way out of the school, the possibilities swirled in his mind. With a smile curling on his lips, Ross set out to catch his fish.
* * *
In a sleek, modern condominium, a woman with short hair sat at her desk, her fingers rapidly typing on her laptop.
The soft hum of the city outside barely reached her as she was completely immersed in her work.
Around her, thick stacks of papers were neatly arranged on the table, each one containing important documents and reports she needed to go over.
The room was bathed in warm, ambient light from a lamp, casting a soft glow on the polished surface of her desk.
She was so engrossed in what she was doing, eyes fixed on the screen, that the world outside her little bubble seemed to vanish.
