"SHIT!"

Adrian's screams rang throughout the office. The employees looked down. Adrian's steps came back closer to the presentation board, which showed a decline in profit related to his company's engagement in the fashion sector.

"Think about your mistakes! Down nearly 50% from last month's revenue?! You guys are completely useless!"

Adrian chose to leave the meeting room. His anger radiated from the footsteps that seemed in a hurry and occasionally kicking the trash along the hallway.

Apart from that, he also drives the car as if possessed by a professional racer. Several times the horns and screams of other motorists were heard along the streets of New York. Adrian crashed into a road divider when the car was parked at a nightclub.

"What a night! Don't stare at me like that!" shouted Adrian, pointing to the security guard about to approach him.

Adrian stepped into the club without guilt. The goal is clear; he just wants to spend the night drinking alcohol until he gets drunk.

"Give me five bottles of beer and watch over me; every time you finish, you have to prepare it immediately without me having to scream!" said Adrian to the bartender.

"It seems that tonight is very heavy for you."

Adrian turned to the source of the voice, where a man was sitting next to him, wearing an all-black shirt with pale skin and gray hair. The man seemed to smile coldly and offered his hand to Adrian.

"Who are you?"

"That is not important. Just shake my hand as a sign of introduction," said the man.

Adrian followed the man's wish. At the same time, Adrian's ordered beer arrived, and he quickly downed a bottle of beer.

"By the way, I just wanted to give this to you," the blue-eyed man took out a business card and handed it to Adrian. "Come, and your anxiety will disappear."

"What's this? Are you promoting a striptease place? I appreciate that, but I wasn't in the mood to come there. I've ordered a lot of beers tonight, and I don't need a woman to cheer me up," Adrian muttered.

The man chuckled and shook his head. "No, I'm not a stripper agent. Come if you feel like you need help fixing your problem. I give this only to people in need like you."

Adrian looked at the man and raised an eyebrow. "Is it able to solve the problem of a company that is almost bankrupt?"

"All of your problems. If you have come, then you will thank me."

“Don’t be joking. No one can solve my problem. You're just a fraud looking for a victim.”

The man patted Adrian on the shoulder and approached the crowd dancing behind them. He didn't respond at all to Adrian's sentence that doubted his offer.

After several minutes of ignoring the business card, Adrian finally got distracted again and stared at the black card that contained an address. He turned his head back to look for the man but to no avail.

"This is weird. Do I have to go?"