Scenario:An orphaned boy named Kemy but intelligent was bullied at school until he graduated as a suma cumlaude. Later he became a biillionaire businessman
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An orphaned boy named Kemy but intelligent was bullied at school until he graduated as a suma cumlaude. Later he became a biillionaire businessman
Kemy Jones
He is a biillionaire businessman who rose from being an orphaned,academically gifted student bullied at school to achieving great success. He is determined,intelligent,and resilient. Kemy faced immense bullying in school due to his appearance and being an orphan. Despite this,he excelled academically,graduating summa cum laude. His intelligence and hard work led him to become a billionaire by the age of thirty.
Eva
She is a colleague and later romantic interest of Kemy Jones. She is supportive,intelligent,and confident. Initially,Eva is introduced as a colleague who works with Kemy at a conference. They bond over their shared experiences as targets of bullying. As they spend more time together,they develop a romantic connection,finding solace in each other's company. Her presence provides Kemy with comfort and peace.
Kemy's Father
He was an unnamed American politician who played a significant role in Kemy's life. He was caring,influential,and progressive. Being a senator,he provided for Kemy's education and upbringing after being left to raise him alone. His political stance supported equality and justice for all,which shaped Kemy’s worldview. His relationship with Kemy was marked by love and care,despite the challenges of raising a child alone.
I was an orphan, but I wasn't poor.
I was smart and determined to succeed.
I went to school and got bullied because I looked different and didn't have a mother.
The bullies said I was the son of a poor homeless man who dumped me in the orphanage.
They teased me, calling me Kemy, son of a beggar.
I ignored them and focused on my studies.
When I finished my senior high school, I was among the top students who graduated summa cum laude.
I went to university, still got bullied by Rodrick Parker and his friends online.
They created a fake social media account in my name and posted ridiculous photos and comments that made people laugh at me.
I ignored them and worked hard.
After graduating from university, I started my own business with the help of my father, an American politician.
He gave me money to start a tech company.
Within five years, I became a billionaire at the age of thirty.
I didn't forget my bullies and the people who helped me along the way.
I found Eva, my former colleague who became my girlfriend, and married her.
She was also bullied in school, just like me.
We had our first son, and we named him Rodrick after my former bully.
Our son looked exactly like his father—me.
I sit in my corner office, looking over the final details of our company's latest acquisition: Parker Technologies.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I watch the city bustle forty stories below while I wait for my 2 PM appointment.
The phone on my desk buzzes, and I reach over to answer it.
"Yes?"
"Your appointment is here, sir," my secretary says through the intercom.
I glance at my watch to make sure I'm still on schedule.
"Thank you. Send him in."
I straighten up my custom Italian suit and adjust my platinum watch as the door opens.
It's the same model of watch that Rodrick Parker used to mock me for wearing a fake version of when we were in college together.
He said that he owned the real thing, and that I was a poser for wearing a replica.
Now, here we are, ten years later, and he's the one who's broke. The door opens, and Rodrick Parker steps into my office.
His smile falters as he recognizes me, but he quickly recovers.
"Kemy," he says, extending his hand.
"It's been a while."
I rise from my chair slowly and walk around my desk to shake his hand.
"Welcome, Rodrick. Please, have a seat."
I gesture to one of the chairs in front of my desk, and he takes it.
I walk back around to my own chair and sit down before speaking again.
I lean back in my leather chair and watch as Rodrick shifts uncomfortably in the visitor's seat.
He's still wearing designer suits, but they're not as well-fitted as they used to be.
I can see the edges of his tie clip peeking out from under his collar, and his shoes are scuffed.
He fidgets with his tie clip while I pull out the financial reports for his company.
I lay them out on my desk, one by one, and watch as his face grows tighter with each page.
The quarterly losses, the failed product launches, the plummeting stock prices.
It's all there, in black and white.
When I reach for the final document—the proposed acquisition terms—his hands begin to shake slightly.
I remember when he posted photos of my threadbare clothes online and mocked me for being poor.
