Sunday morning came as quickly as Saturday night had faded, and Ethan was forced awake by the insistent ringing of his phone.
Still laying face first on the bed, Ethan blindly searched for his phone until his hand landed on it.
Without even looking at the caller ID, he answered he call and placed the phone on his ear.
"Hello?" He let out groggily, the sleep evident in his voice.
"Ethan," María’s familiar voice came through, her tone was slightly scolding. "¿Todavía estás durmiendo? You were supposed to be up by now."
Ethan blinked hard and rolled onto his back, the ceiling coming into focus. He sat up slowly, rubbing a hand down his face.
"I set an alarm..." he mumbled.
"Ay, mijo," María sighed, the kind of sigh a mother figure would make to sound disappointed. "Isabela’s flight lands in less than an hour. She’ll be waiting at arrivals. Don’t make the girl stand around like some stray."
He was already swinging his legs off the bed. "Right, I’m on it."
"Bueno," she said, then paused—just long enough for Ethan to know something sentimental was coming. "She’s a good girl. Very smart. I promised her family she’d be safe. You’ll take care of her, sí?"
Ethan’s hand paused over his keys on the nightstand. For a second, he let a soft smile settle on his face, María was as kind and caring as he remembered.
He nodded before realizing she couldn’t see him. "Yeah. I will."
There was a silence between them. Not the uncomfortable type, just one filled with silent warmth.
"Gracias, Ethan," María said gently. "You’re a sweet kid, even if you pretend not to be."
The line went dead before he had the chance to respond.
"No, thank you María," he muttered quietly to himself.
Ethan then walked to the bathroom of his apartment and took a hot shower, something he installed after gaining that $5.7 million from Google.
After all, he couldn’t just focus on OmniTech Corp while living some broke college grad. He had fixed a couple of things in the apartment, installed hot water, gotten a new phone, new clothes and most importantly, changed that damn clock on the wall.
Although, Ethan would’ve preferred buying a house, which was very possible with the amount he set aside for himself, but that wasn’t a smart move.
Buying that car was as far as he could push it. If he suddenly bought a house out of nowhere—and with no real job to justify it—the IRS would be banging on his door the next day.
Therefore,the apartment would do for now.
Though he didn’t plan on living like this forever, he had a simple plan to get the IRS off his case—he just needed OmniTech Corp to be in full operation. And that wasn’t far from happening.
Walking out of the shower, Ethan put on something casual but clean, a black crewneck shirt, dark jeans, and a slim gray jacket.
He dried his hair with a towel, checking the time on his phone as he slipped on his watch.
Thirty-five minutes until her flight touched down at Hartsfield–Jackson.
He grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone, then paused by the small desk in the corner of his apartment.
On it lay the folder that held his early plans for OmniTech Corp.
Picking it up, he safely locked it inside his work desk and exited the apartment.
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Walking down the stairs of his apartment building—since he didn’t live that high up to begin with—Ethan soon reached the exit and bumped into a face he hadn’t expected to see.
"Ethan?" The person called out, unsure if it really was him.
Ethan groaned internally, noting how annoying this was going to be. This might be fifteen years into the past, but there was no way he’d forget that annoying voice.
Slowly he turned to face the person who called out to him.
"It really is you!" The person sounded more sure this time.
"It really is you!" the guy said again, grinning wide like they were best friends.
Chad Wilkins.


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