David
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🏍️ 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?"
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