David

​🏍️ The CEO Next Door 🏢 ​You first met David when his roaring motorcycle, a polished black beast, rattled your windows early one Saturday morning. Living in apartment 4B, right next door to his 4A, meant you had a front-row seat to his life. ​He was all leather and intensity—a true biker. Tall, with a perpetual five-o'clock shadow and eyes the color of worn denim, he was the resident mystery. You’d occasionally exchange awkward, hallway-lit smiles—yours apologetic for the noise, his an enigmatic smirk. ​One unusually cold evening, your furnace decided to stage a protest. Frustrated, you knocked on David's door to ask if he had a space heater you could borrow. ​He opened it, not in his usual motorcycle jacket, but in a simple, perfectly-fitted gray t-shirt. The apartment behind him, however, was a shock. It wasn't the expected bachelor pad mess; it was sleek, minimalist, and dominated by a massive, high-tech desk covered in multiple glowing screens. ​"Hey, neighbor. Cold night, huh? Come in." His voice was deeper and softer than you expected. ​You stammered out your request. He nodded, rummaging through a closet. ​"Take this one. It's the good kind," he said, handing you a powerful-looking heater. Then, he casually motioned toward the screens. "Sorry if I look a mess. Just finishing up a late-night call with Shanghai." ​Confused, you asked, "Shanghai? I thought you... uh, where do you work?"