Part 1

Just, a young boy with big ambitions, has an idea to create edible cutlery to tackle the issue of plastic waste. Despite skepticism from his friend Steve, Just is determined to make his idea a reality. He shares his idea with his supportive mother, Bella. Just visits Bella at her cafe and runs into her boyfriend, Oval, who is meeting with a journalist. Bella teases Oval playfully, but notices tension on his face as he greets the journalist. It was a dark cloudy night, and thunderstorms erupted all over the city landscape of Amperwood. The intermittent bursts of lightning filled the dimly lit narrow streets of the city. Amidst the tumultuous weather, a tall glass office building in the heart of downtown reflected the chaotic brilliance of the storm. Soon, it started raining heavily. The office building was completely dark, as if no one was inside. But on the top floor of the office building, a clicking sound could be heard in the corridors. It was the sound of nervous, rapid clicking of a pen. In the entire multi-story office, only one room had its lights on. The office room had a brown wooden door with an adjoining large translucent glass wall. From the glass wall some light swept outside, lighting the narrow walkway leading to the office room. On the door hung a nameplate stating Editor-in-Chief Dr. Samuel Westwood, who was comfortably seated on his large leather chair while working on some files and smoking his pipe. He would occasionally stop reading to process the information and think. This would be the time when the sound of the clicking pen starts to emanate again. His office was very well organized, with a large collection of books on one side of the office and a collection of awards and prizes on the other. Everything was in place, and the carpet on the floor gave the office an old vibe. The thunderstorm outside caught his attention, forcing him to turn his chair and face outside through a large window directly behind. As he admired nature's beauty with each lightning strike in the dark sky, his mind was still rushing and thinking about the case files on his desk. Among all the files on the table, one file stood out. It was a brown high-dexterity cardboard cover file wrapped in a short-width red cloth revealing the edges of the file. On the top, it said, Compliance Report in large bold letters. Staring outside, Samuel took a long puff from his pipe and started to mutter, Today is a dark night. This night will bring dark shadows upon some people in the coming days, signifying that some people would get into trouble. Smoke came out of his mouth as he spoke these words. The dark night changed into a clear, lively day in the bustling town of Amperwood. Here lived a young boy named Just, only 14 years old but brimming with big ambitions and even bigger dreams. He was a relentless daydreamer, constantly conjuring up new ideas and envisioning ways to change the world. Just often shared his wild imaginations with his friend, Steve. The two had been inseparable for years, having studied together for many years in the same school. Just's mind was always consumed with grand ideas, but one Friday morning, a particular notion captured his thoughts and feelings like never before. He envisioned a product that could revolutionize the world by tackling the issue of excessive plastic waste. Just believed that most of the plastic waste stemmed from single-use cutlery items in restaurants or places where food is served to go. Excitedly, he shared his idea with Steve, Hey Steve, what if we could make edible cutlery? It would be made by baking wheat and barley. The edible cutlery will be biodegradable and a unique product that everyone would like to try. It was a great idea and Just's mind, but it was met with skepticism. Steve was a practical boy who had good business acumen because his father was a businessman. They had a shop not too far from the central downtown and they sold beds and mattresses. He couldn't see the potential in Just's vision and he was always upfront about criticizing his ideas and putting his points forward. Steve started explaining to Just, Do you know how cheap a pack of plastic cutlery is? On the other hand, if you see the prices of food grains, they are not as cheap. Moreover, you want a further process at which will add up to the cost of the final product. The final product will cost more than 10 times the price of a plastic spoon. It will be a hard sell no matter how good it is for the environment. Despite Steve's doubts, the idea lingered in Just's mind throughout the school day. It was not easy to get rid of a world-changing idea for him. He thought, everything is possible, it's just that I do not know how to make it happen at this time. When Just returned home, he couldn't contain his excitement and immediately shared his prospective idea with his mother, Bella. Though not an entrepreneur herself, Bella was a supportive listener, always encouraging Just's creativity and wild imagination. She knew that his wild imaginations would eventually lead him to his desired success someday. That sounds like a fantastic idea, Bella exclaimed. I'm amazed by your creativity, Just. I wonder where you get all these amazing ideas. You have the brain of a genius. I think you should continue to think about this idea. Eventually, you will find a way to make it happen. Smiling at his mother's words, Just couldn't help but feel proud and motivated. Filled with these emotions, Just and Bella enjoyed their dinner together before retiring to their rooms for the night. The next morning dawned bright and early, and Just woke up for his school. Checking the large calendar hung on one of the walls of his room, he realized with a sense of relief that it was Saturday. He only had to attend school for half of the day. After his abbreviated school day, instead of heading straight home, Just decided to pay a visit to Bella at her workplace, a bustling cafe nestled in the heart of the city. As he entered the busy cafe, his eyes caught sight of Bella behind the counter, nodding her head to signal that she would be with him shortly. There was a long line of customers waiting to order. As Just navigated his way inside, he spotted a familiar face seated at the bar table. A tall man wearing posh clothes, a black suit with polished shiny black shoes, looking like he came straight from a business meeting. It was Oval Winson, a business tycoon with multiple businesses running, a public personality, and Bella's boyfriend. Bella was a strong and independent woman who had raised Just alone for the last twelve years after his father passed away. He was only two years old at that time. She never showed much interest in getting into new relationships until she met Oval. This meant he was something special. He had a good name in society as his multiple businesses touched the lives of many. He was the proud face of Winson Group of Companies. Just walked towards Oval's back and warmly greeted him, placing his bag on a seat beside him. The two were well acquainted, having shared multiple meals together during his visits to Just's home for dinner. Just, what a pleasant surprise to see you here. Don't you have school today? Oval inquired with a smile. Saturdays are half days at school. I came straight from the school to see mom. What brings you to the cafe? Just was also curious as Oval was busy during Saturdays at his office. Oval smiled and brought his hand close to his face as if he was thinking what to say, I'm meeting someone here today, and it just so happens that we're meeting here. His answer was shrouded in mystery as he was clearly hiding something. Oval continued, I'm glad to have run into you before the meeting. I believe now my meeting will be successful. So, how was school? In an attempt to change the topic, Oval inquired, striking up a conversation about his day and his recent test scores. Meanwhile, Bella finished serving the customers in line and made her way over to the two most important people in her life. Hi guys, how are my two lovely cuties doing today? I'm so happy that you both miss me so much that you both came to see me. Bella, filled with emotions, stood next to the two, glaring at them with love and adoration. Oval replied, I am meeting with a journalist today. She told me that it was something important that she wanted to discuss. I will be heading back to the office soon after the meeting is over. Bella chuckled, why did you decide to meet here? Do you think I'll be jealous if you meet another girl? Just noticed that Bella was teasing Oval. Oval teased, you silly, I'm not that kind of guy. Bella laughed out loud, I'm not that kind of girl either. But why here? Why didn't you call her in the office? Oval explained, journalists have keen noses. If they get access, they will try to poke their nose into everything. That is why I prefer to meet them outside. What is a better place than here? I got to see you. Oval flattering Bella with his words. Bella nodded in understanding. Ah, I see. That's a smart move. As they chatted, a bubbly, slim and tall woman in her thirties entered the cafe. She was exceptionally pretty but was wearing dull clothes. A short top with baggy jeans and a pair of old looking sneakers that looked like they had not been washed since they were bought two or three years back. A medium sized white gray slingshot bag hung across her shoulders. Yet she exuded an aura of confidence and elegance that was noticeable from the way she carried herself. A large black wristwatch and a pair of bracelets on the other hand uplifted her entire attire. As she entered the cafe, she was engrossed in a phone call. While talking, she made her way to a seat in the corner. Just noticed Oval's phone ringing as she got seated. It looks like my meeting is here, Oval sighed with a hint of tension on his face as he rose from his seat and walked toward the woman. Hi, I'm Oval, and you must be Lily. It's great to meet you. Just interjected, hmm, I believe there is something to be jealous here, just teased his mother to get a reaction. Bella chuckled, not at all. She's nowhere near as pretty as I am. I am not worried at all. But there was something that caught her eye that made her worry. She noticed a hint of tension on Oval's face as he made his way to the journalist. She knew that there was nothing that he could not handle, hence, she did not give it much thought. Little did she know that this was the first piece of a domino falling, which would eventually create a chain of events bringing turmoil in her and Just's lives. Just grinned in agreement. That's absolutely correct. You are way more beautiful, mom. You are the best. Bella blushed a little, then turned to Just, so, what's your plan? I won't be free for another three hours, and I might even have to cover for Boomy. She said she might be late today. I think you should head back home and complete your homework. Upon hearing the word homework, Just put on a mockingly sad expression with his cheeks puffed with air. Mom, it is Saturday. We're already overworked at school, and now you want me to do homework. This is not fair. Bella understood that school can be tough but reassured him. She stated, you only have a few more days until your summer vacation starts. No one will ask you to complete your homework then. Moreover, think of it like this. If you complete your homework today, you will not have any work tomorrow. Just nodded his head in agreement with a sense of dissatisfaction. Seeing this, Bella continued. Okay, if you complete your homework, I promise to get you some treats on my way back home today. How does that sound? Just got very excited hearing about the possibility of getting treats at the end of the day. Okay, I will get going then, Just remarked, taking a deep breath as he stood up from where he was sitting. By this time new customers entered the cafe, and Bella had to return to the counter. Just picked up his bag and swung it on his shoulder. As he turned to leave the cafe, his eyes fell upon a colorful flyer on the notice board. Intrigued, he decided to investigate it further. From afar, he could read only the large letters in the middle of the flyer stating entrepreneur. As he walked closer with anticipation filling his eyes. The flyer advertised a once in a lifetime opportunity for young entrepreneurs to learn and polish their business skills through free lectures and consultations. Just got so thrilled seeing the flyer that his bag slipped off his shoulder and dropped on the floor with a loud thud. The noise of the bag dropping was so loud that it caught the attention of everyone in the cafe, but after a brief pause of identifying the cause of the loud noise, everyone returned to their activities. Meanwhile, Just continued to stare at the flyer, which highlighted the word entrepreneur and business in bold letters. The event featured seminars conducted by an award-winning businessman Mr. Lee Kumpf. The seminars would commence the following Friday until Sunday. Just took a look back at Bella and saw that she was still busy. This was not the right time to discuss the seminar with her. So, he discreetly made his way to the back of the counter where Bella was working. He saw her phone plugged into a charger towards the other side of where she was working. Seeing Just come inside the working area, Bella glared at him with an angry look. Just quickly grabbed her phone and waved at her, indicating that he would put it back. Once her phone was retrieved from behind the counter, Just leapt to the notice board to take a picture of the flyer. Soon after, he made his way back behind the counter again to return her phone. At the same speed, he rushed out of the cafe, picking up his bag on his way out. Ovil was observing Just as he stood in front of the flyer, which made him curious as well. After his meeting with Lily, he walked up to the flyer. Upon reading the flyer, he understood Just's enthusiasm but kept his reaction to himself, simply waving goodbye to Bella as he left the cafe. As the day wore on, Bella found herself caught in a whirlwind of activity at the cafe, with customers streaming in and out at a relentless pace. By the time Boomy reached, it was already six in the evening, and the shops were closing around Bella. Disappointed she knew it was impossible to buy the treats for Just. Determined to make it up to him some other time, Bella started to head home. As Bella made her way home through the quiet streets, her mind lingered on the day's events and the missed opportunity to spend time with Just. Leaving their house, she noticed a soft glow emanating from the windows, indicating that Just was still studying. She reached the front door and rang the doorbell, waiting patiently as Just hurried to answer it. His face lit up with a smile at the sight of her. Hi, Mom, Just greeted warmly, stepping aside to welcome Bella into the cozy warmth of their home. You seem tired, he observed, concern evident in his voice. A little tired, Bella admitted with a tired sigh. He showed up two hours late today, which threw off my schedule. And to top it off, all the shops were closed by the time I finished, so I couldn't pick up the treat I promised you. She glanced at Just apologetically, feeling a pang of guilt for not being able to fulfill her promise. Just brushed off the absence of treats, his excitement palpable as he had something else to share. Urgently, he guided Bella indoors, and they settled onto the couch. Just reached for Bella's phone once more, reassuring her, don't stress, Mom. We can grab the treats another time. Right now, you need to relax. But check this out first. Intrigued, Bella observed as Just navigated through her phone. What's caught your eye now? She inquired, remembering Just's antics at the cafe earlier. She remembered that Just took her phone while she was busy with the customers. Just eagerly displayed a picture on Bella's phone. Recognizing it immediately, Bella's eyes lit up. Ah, a seminar for young entrepreneurs. That does sound intriguing, especially since it's being held right here in our community center, and for free, she remarked, her interest piqued. Indeed, Bella nodded as she examined the flyer on her phone. Intentionally ignoring the contents of the flyer. The design is quite impressive. The colors complement each other well, and they have managed to highlight the key details without overwhelming the reader, she remarked appreciatively. Yeah, Mom, the flyer is great, Just replied. I was thinking that I should attend this seminar. This will be a fantastic opportunity for me to learn. It's not every day we get such exciting opportunities right in our own community. Bella understood Just's passion for entrepreneurship and could feel his enthusiasm bubbling beneath the surface. She marveled at his determination and drive, even at such a young age. But Just, the seminar begins on Friday, and you have school that day. Besides, most of the attendees will likely be college graduates and much older than you, Bella pointed out, her tone gentle yet firm. Just's demeanor shifted, a trace of frustration evident in his expression. School, school, school, he muttered, his irritation beginning to show. But if I don't go, I'll miss out on this chance. I can't let it slip away. His determination shone through, his desire to attend the seminar unwavering. Bella sensed the determination in Just's words, his conviction palpable. Right when she was about to reply, her phone rang. It was Ovil. Answering the call, Bella listened intently as Ovil spoke on the other end. Just remained silent, though the hushed tones of the conversation allowed him to catch fragments of Ovil's words, due to silence permeating in the room. Hey there, how's it going? I was expecting to hear from you after you finished work. Is everything alright? Bella responded, yes, everything's alright, just a bit tired from work. And Just has been quite insistent about something as soon as I got home. Ovil's voice held a hint of amusement as he asked, is it about that seminar next week? Bella was taken aback, surprised that Just had already discussed the seminar with Ovil. Oh, so he's already mentioned the seminar to you? Bella was confused. Actually, no, he explained. I happened to notice Just studying the flyer in the cafe. So, I took a quick glance at it while leaving for the office. I understood what got him so excited that he dropped his bag. Ah, that explains it. Yes, we were just discussing it, Bella confirmed. I think he should go, Ovil suggested, his voice carrying an air of encouragement. Just's eyes sparkled with renewed hope at Ovil's words, while Bella was taken aback by his unexpected support. I know it will be beneficial for him. I was actually considering allowing him. I just wanted to tease him a bit and make him work for what he wants. Bella added, her tone softening as she affectionately ruffled Just's hair. Just typically didn't appreciate anyone touching his hair, but this time, he didn't mind it much, considering he got what he wanted. With his query resolved, Just rose from the couch and made his way to his room to hit the books, leaving Bella and Ovil to their conversation. After an hour or so, he was about to complete his homework. Taking a short break and settling comfortably back into his seat, Just's mind buzzed with a new idea. He found himself lost in daydreams about his future plans and how the seminar would mark a significant step forward in his journey to success. He was particularly curious about Mr. Lee Kumpf, prompting him to grab his tablet and start researching. No formal master's degree under his name, started his entrepreneurial journey 15 years ago at the age of 42, and now he's the owner of multiple successful businesses. Quite the inspiring story, Just murmured to himself as he absorbed the information. He learned that Mr. Lee hailed from humble beginnings, born into a family of farmers, and even took a loan from his father to kickstart his first venture. Now, he serves as a beacon of motivation, sharing his journey from rags to riches while managing his expansive empire. A true business mogul indeed, Just concluded. As Just heard Bella's footsteps nearing the room's door, he swiftly powered off his tablet and set it aside, assuming a studious demeanor. He didn't want to give Bella any reason to second-guess her decision about the seminar next week. Bella gently pushed open the door to Just's room and announced, it's dinner time. Just turned to face Bella and replied, coming, just give me five minutes. I'm almost finished with my homework. Bella nodded with a warm smile. All right, I'll see you at the dinner table, she said before quietly closing the door. As the night grew darker, it was time to sleep, but Just found himself unable to settle down. His mind buzzed with excitement about the upcoming seminar. Knowing it was Sunday tomorrow, he figured he could do some preparatory work before the event. He began planning and strategizing, brainstorming different questions he could ask Mr. Lee Kempf. With all these thoughts swirling in his mind, Just eventually drifted off to sleep, anticipation for the seminar still palpable in his mind. The next morning dawned bright and sunny, with not even a single cloud in the sky. The sunlight filtered gently through the curtains of Just's room, casting a warm glow on his sleeping form. One of his pillows lay abandoned on the floor, while the other rested haphazardly on the headrest. The bedsheets were rumpled, indicating that Just had likely tossed and turned during the night. Uncharacteristically, he had yet to awaken, even as the morning sun streamed into the room. Bella, getting ready to leave for work, noticed Just's prolonged slumber and called out his name, her voice carrying down from the hallway in hopes of rousing him from his deep sleep. Just! Are you still sleeping? It's time to wake up! I need to leave for work soon, she called out, her tone gentle yet firm. Just stirred slightly at the sound of her voice but made no move to rise from his bed, slipping back into sleep once more. Growing increasingly worried, Bella decided to check on him herself. She quietly entered Just's room, taking in a good view of the messed up bed and tossed pillows where he laid fast asleep. Getting closer, she sat down beside him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. Come on, Just! The sun is up and it's time to start your day. You have plans with Steve, remember? Don't keep him waiting, Bella encouraged, hoping her words would coax him out of his slumber. Realizing Bella was sitting beside him, Just slowly opened his eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep. What's the time? he asked groggily. It's 10.15, Bella replied. Just's eyes widened in alarm as he realized he was running late for basketball practice with the basketball team, which was scheduled for 11. With a sudden burst of energy, he sprang out of bed and dashed to the bathroom. As Just hurriedly got ready, Bella remained in the room, reminding him to make his bed before leaving. I'm heading out for work now and I might be late, she called out. I have plans to meet Ovil after work. Just with his toothbrush in hand, poked his head out of the bathroom door. Yes, mom. I'll make the bed. Have a great day, and don't worry about me. See you later, he said before disappearing back into the bathroom. As the scene shifted to 11 a.m., Steve found himself at the basketball court, warming up with the rest of the team. However, a noticeable absence of Just could be felt in the team, as they all enthusiastically waited for him to arrive. The coach approached Steve, concern etched on his face. Steve, where's Just? He's never late. Is everything alright? He inquired. Steve, panting from the intense warm-up, shook his head in response. I'm not sure, coach. I haven't heard from him today, he replied, his voice barely above a whisper due to exhaustion. Okay, get back to your exercises. We'll have to wait for him. We can't start the match until he arrives, the coach instructed, and the team to resume their warm-up exercises. Just finally arrives, panting heavily from his sprint to the basketball court. Coach, where have you been? You were supposed to be here before 11 and it's 11.15 now, the coach reprimanded, his tone stern. Still catching his breath, Just bent down and placed his hands on his knees for support. After a moment, he managed to speak between breaths. Sorry, coach. I overslept today. I forgot to set my alarm. But I've done my warm-up, as you can see. We can start the match. The coach nodded sternly. Yes, we can't keep others waiting for you. We'll start the match now, but you'll have to stay after the match and complete all the exercise. This will be your punishment, he declared firmly. Steve stepped forward, attempting to defend his friend. But coach. The coach cut him off with a raised hand. No buts, Steve. If you're so concerned, you'll stay late with him today as well. Now, everyone to your positions. Let's get this match started, he commanded, his authoritative voice echoing across the court. Steve glared at Just with clear dissatisfaction, muttering under his breath, why me? Just simply smiled in response, choosing not to engage in further conversation. Together, they moved to their respective positions as the match commenced, their focus now on the game ahead. As the match progressed, the court buzzed with energy, each player giving their all in pursuit of victory. Just and Steve, in particular, showcased their teamwork and skill, seamlessly coordinating their moves to outmaneuver their opponents. The crowd cheered with enthusiasm as the players demonstrated their prowess on the court, their determination palpable with every dribble and pass. After a fierce battle, the final buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the match. The coach, pleased with their performance, gathered the team for a debrief. Well done, everyone. You showed great teamwork and determination out there, he praised, his voice echoing across the court. We'll continue practice tomorrow after school. Keep up the good work. With those words, he dismissed the team, and the players began to disperse, their spirits buoyed by the success of the match. However, as Just and Steve made their way off the court, their relief was short-lived. The coach halted them with a stern expression, reminding them of the consequences of their tardiness. Just had hoped the punishment would be overlooked in light of their stellar performance, but it seemed the coach had not forgotten. With a resigned sigh, both Just and Steve approached the coach, ready to face the consequences of their actions. Do you know why I have stopped and punished you today? The coach questioned, his voice firm. Just shook his head in response, while Steve replied, because of Just. The coach cast a wary look at Steve before redirecting his attention to Just. You said you did your exercises today when you ran to the court in the morning. Your house is only a three-minute walk from the school. That's like running one lap around the basketball court, the coach pointed out, his tone stern. Do you think you can skip the warm-ups when everyone else is here on time? This isn't fair to the other students. Turning to Steve, the coach's gaze softened slightly. You, Steve, are here because it wasn't your place to speak in Just's defense. While your loyalty to him is commendable, it doesn't excuse you from the rules. Therefore, you'll share in his punishment. Just and Steve exchanged a glance, and despite the gravity of the situation, Just couldn't suppress a small smile. I'll meet you after the exercise session, Steve resignedly declared. As they proceeded with their routine exercises, the coach observing from the sidelines, Just seized the opportunity to share his enthusiasm about the upcoming seminar at the community hall next week. Hey, Steve, you know that seminar I've been talking about? Well, I'm definitely going. Already got the green light from my mom, Just said, a glint of excitement in his eyes. Steve, however, seemed distracted, his thoughts drifting elsewhere. With his father already a successful business owner, Steve harbored dreams of soaring through the skies as a pilot once he finished school, a dream shared by many young men his age. He was not interested in doing business. Just knew this about Steve's aspirations and his ambitions. He understood Steve's longing to chase his own dreams, just like he yearned to build a better future for his family. Yet, despite knowing Just's fervent desire to break free from the confines of their small town and make enough money to lift his mom from the toils of her cafe job, Steve's interest in attending the seminar remained tepid at best. No problem. I understand that you don't want to come, Just interjected with a hint of disappointment in his tone. I'll miss school on Friday to attend the seminar. Okay, sounds good, Steve replied nonchalantly, his mind clearly preoccupied with other thoughts. As if on cue, Coach's voice boomed from the side, signaling the end of the session. Alright, that's enough for today. You guys can go home now, he announced, beginning to gather his belongings. Feeling the exhaustion settling in, Just and Steve exchanged weary glances. Despite the fatigue weighing on their limbs, neither felt ready to head straight home. Instead, a familiar idea tugged at them both simultaneously. Just, I could use a good cup of hot chocolate, Steve suggested, his voice laced with exhaustion yet a hint of eagerness at the prospect of unwinding at the cafe. Just nodded in agreement, a faint smile playing on his lips. And maybe a slice of the famous apple pie, he added, his stomach rumbling at the thought of the delectable treat. As they entered the cozy cafe, the welcoming aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them. Hi Bella, Steve greeted warmly as they approached the counter. Hey mom, just chimed in, his tiredness momentarily forgotten in the comfort of the familiar surroundings. Bella greeted the boys with a warm smile. Welcome, boys. What can I get for you today? She asked, her eyes twinkling with kindness. Hot chocolate for me, says Steve, prompting an amused grin from Just. Only you can ask for hot chocolate on a hot day like this. I'll get some nice cold water and a slice of that delicious apple pie. Just comment elicits a chuckle from Bella as she nods in understanding. Alright, coming right up, she says with a smile before heading to the counter to prepare their order. As Just and Steve settle into their seats, they engage in lighthearted chatter, discussing random school gossip while they wait for their treats. Bella soon returns to their table, a red plastic tray in her hands bearing their beverages and pie. Here's your hot chocolate and apple pie, she says, placing the items on the table. She then leans in curiously, her eyes twinkling with interest. So, are you discussing the seminar? Will Steve also attend with you? Steve, however, wastes no time in responding. I'm not interested, I want to be a fighter plane pilot, he declares confidently, his eyes gleaming with determination. Oh, I see. No problem. You guys enjoy your drinks and pie, I will attend to the other customers. As Bella walked away, Steve turns to Just with a puzzled expression. Why are you so interested in that seminar? He asked, genuine curiosity coloring his tone. It's not like you're starting your business tomorrow. You still have plenty of time to learn all this stuff. Just takes a moment to collect his thoughts before responding. I know, Steve, he begins, his voice tinged with earnestness. But there's something about the idea of running my own business that excites me. I want to be prepared, so that when the time comes, I'd be ready. Steve listens intently, as he considers Just's words. Moreover, he continues, what's so great about having a business? It's more trouble than it's worth. I see my father working all day, even more hours than your mom works at this cafe. Just listen quietly to Steve's concerns before responding with a gentle smile. This is my dream, Steve, he said softly, his voice carrying a quiet conviction. I believe that people who own their own businesses have more power to influence and change the world for the better. He paused, letting the weight of his words settle between them before continuing. Do you know that our modern society is developed around trade? Just asked, his eyes alight with passion. Since the time when people used the barter system, those who started stocking and gathering more resources for trade were more influential and shared a higher status in society. Steve furrowed his brow, considering Just's words carefully. I never really thought about it like that, he admitted, a hint of curiosity creeping into his voice. But how does owning a business give you more power to influence and change things? Just leaned forward, his expression earnest. Think about it, he urged. When you own a business, you have the opportunity to create jobs, support your community, and make a positive impact. You have the freedom to innovate, to pursue your passions, and to shape the world according to your vision. Owning a business allows us to command control over more resources. I like this kind of power because I would like to change the world based on my own perceptions and vision. Simultaneously, I would like mom to quit her job here in the cafe and live a luxurious life. Steve nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle starting to click into place. You are very deep into this business ideology, he remarked, a note of admiration in his voice. Do you think all this by yourself, or have you read it somewhere in a book? He inquired thoughtfully, genuinely curious about Just's insights, Just chuckled, a glimmer of pride shining in his eyes. A bit of both, actually, he admitted, leaning back in his chair. I've done some reading, sure, but a lot of it comes from observing my mom at the cafe and thinking about the future. It's a mix of learning from others and my own ideas. Steve nodded in understanding, a newfound respect for Just's perspective blossoming within him. I completely agree and support you, he affirmed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. However, I still want to be a pilot, he added, his determination unwavering. Just returned Steve's smile, feeling a surge of camaraderie between them. And that's perfectly fine, Steve, he said sincerely, reaching across the table to give his friend a reassuring pat on the shoulder. We each have our own dreams to chase. But no matter where they lead us, I know we'll always have each other's backs. Just was not done with his preachings, he took this cue from Steve that he wanted to learn more. So, after a brief pause, Just starts talking again. You know, if there were no businesses, we would have to build our own cars or grow our own food, he began, his voice growing more animated as he delved into the topic. This would take so much time and energy that we wouldn't be considered a modern society anymore. No one would work on science and fields of math. Steve listened intently, knowing that once Just started talking about this stuff, there was no stopping him. However, before Just could delve deeper into his explanation, Steve decided to interject. What business will you do? He asked eagerly. Just's expression shifted, caught off guard by the seemingly simple yet profound question. It was such an obvious question, yet he had never truly pondered it before. What business would he do? The query lingered in his mind, stirring a whirlwind of thoughts and possibilities. As Just mulled over Steve's question, his gaze drifted into the distance, lost in his own daydreams. He absently took a sip from his glass of water, the cold water contrasting with a flurry of ideas in his mind. Sensing Just's distraction, Steve leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. Do you even know how many types of businesses there are? He asked casually, hoping to steer the conversation towards a more practical direction. Just blinked, momentarily taken aback by the question. He hadn't really considered the vast array of business possibilities before, but now it was definitely something worth exploring. As Steve finished his drink and prepared to head home for his Sunday hockey match tradition with his father, Just made a mental note to add this question to his list for the seminar. Thanks, Steve. Enjoy the game, Just said with a nod as they exchanged goodbyes. With Steve gone, Just sat alone at the table, the cafe buzzing with activity around him. He took a moment to savor the quiet solitude, his mind already racing with anticipation for the upcoming seminar. What other questions should he ask? What insights could he gain from the seminar that would help him on his journey of owning his own business? Lost in thought, Just began to jot down notes, each idea sparking a newfound excitement within him. The seminar was just the beginning of his entrepreneurial journey, and he was ready to soak up every bit of knowledge it had to offer. But as Just started making his mental list, he realized something disheartening. He couldn't recall most of the questions he had thought about asking last night. Only one or two remained vivid in his mind, the rest had slipped away, like elusive ghosts fleeing from his memory. It was frustrating to realize that all the brainstorming and late-night pondering had seemingly been for nothing. It would have been nice if I had written the questions somewhere, Just muttered to himself, a tinge of regret coloring his words. He sighed, feeling a sense of disappointment wash over him. All the effort he had put into preparing for the seminar now felt like wasted energy, lost in the abyss of forgetfulness. Lost in his thoughts, Just failed to notice someone approaching until a familiar voice disrupted his reverie. Hi Just, how was your game today? The voice jolted Just from his introspection, and he quickly recognized it. But how could this person be here? As Just raised his head, he was met with the sight of Ovil, seated beside him at the table. What a pleasant surprise, Just exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face. How come you're here? he asked, genuinely curious about Ovil's unexpected appearance. Ovil returned the smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Your mom and I are going out for dinner tonight. I just arrived, but apparently, your mom is still busy. I will have to wait for her to finish, he explained. Then, with a playful grin, he added, how was your match today? Did you win? Just remembered Bella mentioning in the morning that she would be late today as she had plans for dinner. Oh, yes, I remember now, Just replied. She told me this morning about it. After the match me and my friend Steve were craving an apple pie. So, we came here directly after our match. The game was great, we won but I didn't get time to tell her about it yet. She's been busy. No problem, you can tell me, Ovil replied, leaning in with interest. It was a regular practice match, like every other Sunday, Just began, a faint smile playing on his lips. But I do want to thank you for yesterday. You convinced mom to let me attend the seminar, and I'm really excited about it. So excited, in fact, that I couldn't sleep last night, oh, don't mention it. It was nothing, Ovil replied modestly, his eyes reflecting genuine admiration. In fact, I'm surprised to see you so driven to learn about business. I wish I had that drive when I was your age. This remark caused Just to blush slightly, a humble smile gracing his features. So, what kept you awake last night? Were you working on something? Ovil inquired curiously. Just smile faltered ever so slightly, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes. Yes, I was thinking about all the different questions that I would ask in the seminar, he admitted. Sensing Ovil's concern, he added, but it's nothing, really. Ovil's brow furrowed in concern. This is good, he remarked, his tone gentle. But what's the matter? Something seems to bother you. Just sighed, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders as he confided in his friend. Well, although I did think of many questions to ask, I don't remember most of them now. Ovil nodded understandingly. That's okay, Just. It's a common problem, he reassured. The human brain is very volatile and often prone to forgetting, especially ideas that aren't tangible. You forgot about those questions because your brain didn't have enough information to logically relate to them. But there are ways to overcome this. He continued, one method is to gain more knowledge about the topic you are interested in. This way, your questions will be more precise, have more value, and have a tangible relationship with your knowledge, helping you remember more efficiently. Another method is to make notes and write down all the questions. This is one of my all-time favorite methods as it never fails. In fact, there's a website called Brilliant Supply Chain that has a lot of information about how our brain works and the different tools we can use for improving our memory. Moreover, you can remember the questions that you forgot if you meditate and try to recall the memory trail in order of how you generated those questions, Ovil continued, his tone encouraging. Just absorbed Ovil's words, realizing the valuable lesson imparted upon him about how human memory works. He resolved to implement all the learnings that Ovil suggested as soon as he reached back home. As Just was lost in thought, contemplating his newfound understanding of memory, Bella walked towards the table where both Just and Ovil were sitting. Just was surprised to see his mother, who had changed her clothes and put on makeup. She hadn't looked this radiant in years. Seeing Bella, both Just and Ovil simultaneously exclaimed, wow, which made Bella blush with delight. Just knew they both would be leaving now, so he decided it was time for him to depart as well, especially since there was something specific he wanted to try as soon as he reached home. With a quick goodbye to Ovil and Bella, Just hurried his pace, eager to reach home. The prospect of delving into the realm of entrepreneurship filled him with a mix of nervousness and excitement. Moreover, he also wanted to apply his newfound knowledge about human memory that he learned from Ovil. Upon arriving home, Just found his grandmother Gina in the kitchen, her apron adorned with flecks of flower, a sign of her culinary experiment. Just, dear, how was your day? She inquired, her warm smile a welcoming sight. I'm fine, granny, but what are you doing here? Just asked, a hint of confusion crossing his face as he hadn't expected anyone to be home that day. Gina chuckled softly. Bella called me yesterday and told me that she would be busy today. She wanted me to take care of you and make you some dinner, she explained, her eyes twinkling with affection as she watched Just's reaction. As Gina spoke, Just's mind began to drift to thoughts of the upcoming workshop, his excitement growing with each passing moment. Okay, great. I have some work to do right now. I'll see you in some time, Just replied, already eager to retreat to his room for some alone time to gather his thoughts. All right, dear. I'm cooking turkey and mashed potatoes for dinner, your favorite. I'll call you when the food is ready, Gina called after him as he headed towards his room. Thanks, granny, I love you, Just said with a grateful smile, his excitement palpable as he quickly rushed toward his room. Gina couldn't help but notice the spark in Just's eyes. That boy is up to something crazy again, she exclaimed to herself, making a mental note to inquire about the reason for his excitement during dinner. Once in his room, Just marked the date as Friday, 11 a.m. at the community center on his calendar. He retrieved a notebook from his desk, ready to make notes. Opening to a fresh page, he wrote the heading Entrepreneurship Workshop at the top, preparing to jot down important points. The first question that came to mind was, what are the different types of businesses? Just made a mental note to try to remember the other questions he had thought about the day before. Settling into a meditation position to focus his thoughts, he concentrated on recalling the events of the previous evening. Eventually, some of the points resurfaced in his mind, and he diligently recorded them in his notebook. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, breaking Just's concentration. He glanced at the time and realized that an hour had passed without him even noticing. Gina knocked on the door again, her voice gentle yet insistent. Son, the food is ready. Let's eat now, you can continue working after dinner, she suggested. Realizing that he had lost track of time, Just nodded and replied, Coming, Granny. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for keeping her waiting. Stepping out of his room, Just noticed that the moon had cast its gentle glow upon the world outside. It dawned on him that he had been held up in his room for much longer than he had imagined. As he joined Gina at the dinner table, he couldn't help but comment on the enticing aroma wafting from the dishes. The food smells amazing. I wonder why your food always smells so nice. Mom doesn't cook as well as you, Granny, he remarked, a genuine appreciation evident in his voice. Gina could see through the flattery of Just and replied. It is probably because your mother never wanted to learn cooking from me. She said smirkingly. They both shared a laugh as they both knew it was a lie. She did teach Bella how to cook. So, what's all the excitement? Working on some new project? Gina inquired from Just. So, he told her about the workshop next week. Just said I believe that this is a great milestone in my life's journey into the exhilarating world of entrepreneurship, where every challenge was an opportunity, and every setback a lesson waiting to be learned. With a determined smile on his face and the promise of adventure beckoning him forward, Just finished his speech and gazed at Gina to observe her reaction. Gina was intently listening to Just wondering that Just had grown up so fast. Excitingly she exclaimed I am sure this is a great opportunity. If you think your destiny is to be an entrepreneur, life will give you the opportunities to achieve it. You have always pursued your goal relentlessly, so this is a means of the world giving you back what you deserve. Just felt a surge of excitement as he listened to Gina's encouraging words. He knew that Gina was a smart woman with a wealth of life experience, having been a professor of math at the University of Wilmono for 29 years. Just held great respect for her in his heart. So, should we start eating? I'm getting very hungry, and you can also get back to working as soon as you finish your dinner, Gina suggested as she began serving the food. After dinner, Gina cleared the table, picking up Just's plate and heading towards the kitchen. As she turned on the tap to wash the dishes, she added, Don't work too late. You have school tomorrow. After doing the dishes, I'll be heading to bed. Just nodded in acknowledgement, grateful for Gina's care and concern. Putting a smile on his face, Just replied, Thank you, Granny. The food was great. He had also made up his mind to sleep early after dinner, he didn't want to be late for school two days in a row. Heading back to his room, Just settled in to explore the website suggested by Ovil, Brilliant Supply Chain. As he clicked through the pages, he couldn't help but marvel at the wealth of information it offered. This website is absolutely incredible, he murmured to himself. It covers every aspect of a business and lists tools helpful at every step of the way in developing a business. It's indeed a great source of information. With renewed determination, Just delved deeper into the site, eager to absorb as much knowledge as he could. Continuing his daily routine of going to school for a few days, Just eagerly anticipated the much awaited day. Tomorrow is Friday, he spoke to himself as he stood in front of the calendar in his room. I am all prepared and ready to learn everything like a sponge. The next morning, Just woke up with a renewed sense of purpose, his mind buzzing with excitement for the day ahead. As he made his way out of his room, the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted him, courtesy of Bella, who was already bustling in the kitchen to prepare breakfast and lunch. Good morning, Mom. I'm hungry. Is breakfast ready? Just greeted Bella with a wide smile. Good morning, Just. Bella chirped with her infectious cheerful demeanor. I made your favorite pancakes for breakfast. Thought you could use a little extra fuel for your big day. Just couldn't help but smile at his mom's thoughtfulness, grateful for her unwavering support. Thanks, Mom. You always know how to brighten my day. You're the best. With a hearty breakfast under his belt and a spring in his step, Just set off for the community center, his anticipation growing with each passing minute. As he walked, he couldn't help but notice the vibrant energy of the city around him, the hustle and bustle of daily life unfolding in a symphony of sights and sounds. Arriving at the community center, Just was greeted by a throng of eager participants, all buzzing with excitement for the workshop ahead. He never imagined there would be so many people attending the seminar. Taking his seat among them, he felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, a palpable sense of anticipation for the knowledge and insights that awaited him. The president of the community stepped onto the stage, his presence commanding attention. Good morning, everyone. Welcome to our entrepreneurship workshop, he announced, his voice booming through the auditorium. Today, we have a special guest with us, Mr. Lee Kempf. Please give him a big round of applause. As Mr. Lee Kempf entered the room, Just couldn't help but notice the air of confidence and authority that surrounded him. Dressed in a sharp suit, with a hint of a smile playing on his lips, Mr. Kempf exuded charisma and charm. Good morning, everyone, Mr. Kempf greeted the audience, his voice smooth and commanding. I'm delighted to be here with you all today. As a successful entrepreneur myself, I'm here to share my experiences and insights with you, to help you understand the journey of entrepreneurship better. Just leaned forward in his seat, hanging on Mr. Kempf's every word. He could sense that this workshop was about to take an exciting turn, with Mr. Kempf leading the way into a world of possibilities and opportunities. With the sea of faces and voices in the community center, one face in particular caught Just's attention, a young woman with a spark of curiosity in her eyes and a notebook clutched tightly in her hand. There was something about her that drew him in, an unspoken connection that seemed to transcend the boundaries of mere acquaintance. Intrigued, Just made a mental note to introduce himself during the next break, eager to learn more about this enigmatic stranger who had captured his interest in such a profound way. As he observed her, he couldn't help but wonder what her story was, what dreams and aspirations fueled her desire to attend this workshop. During the break, Just seized the opportunity to approach the intriguing woman who had caught his eye earlier. With a friendly smile, he introduced himself, extending his hand and greeting. Hi there, I'm Just, he said warmly, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness. The woman returned his smile, her eyes sparkling with interest as she shook his hand. Nice to meet you, Just. I'm Maya, she replied, her tone friendly and inviting. As they struck up a conversation, Just discovered that Maya was a journalist. She was there to research a topic as her boss advised and this seminar was a gateway to the project she was working on. Moreover, she was also interested in learning about the intricacies of the business world, which made this dual-purpose event an ideal opportunity to grow her knowledge. However, Maya's response about the research topic remained shrouded in mystery, and she never gave any straight answers related to the case she was investigating. Just found himself drawn to Maya's passion for sustainability and her deep knowledge of environmental issues. It was clear that she possessed a keen intellect and a genuine desire to make a positive impact on the world, a sentiment that resonated deeply with him. As they chatted, Just couldn't shake the feeling that meeting Maya was another fortuitous twist in the adventure that had begun at the workshop. As they chatted animatedly, Just couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with Maya, a shared sense of purpose that transcended their differences and forged a powerful connection between them. Before long, the break came to an end, and they reluctantly parted ways to return to their seats, promising to catch up later. As the seminar continued, Just found himself engrossed in the presentations, absorbing every piece of information with eagerness and determination. With each passing session, his understanding of how businesses operate grew deeper, and he felt a newfound confidence bubbling within him. Eventually, the seminar came to an end, and as he left the community center, the world seemed to shimmer with possibilities. Just had learned a lot about the inner workings of businesses, and the knowledge, coupled with his newfound confidence, promised him a bright future that stretched out before him like an open road. As the workshop day passed, Just found himself growing even more excited about the upcoming workshop sessions and the possibility of meeting with Maya again to delve deeper into their discussions on sustainability and environmental stewardship. During every break, they would engage in passionate conversations about their shared passion for environmental preservation, igniting a spark of inspiration that fueled their growing curiosity and thirst for knowledge. With Maya's guidance, Just began to see the world through a new lens, recognizing the interconnectedness of all living things and the profound impact that human actions could have on the delicate balance of nature. Their discussions were not only intellectually stimulating but also deeply meaningful, as they shared their hopes, dreams, and concerns about the future of the planet. Through their friendship, Just felt empowered to take action and make a difference in his own way, knowing that he had a like-minded ally by his side. Together, they explored topics ranging from renewable energy and waste management to climate change and biodiversity conservation, each discussion leaving Just feeling more enlightened and empowered than ever before. But amidst the excitement and camaraderie of their newfound partnership, Just couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of his mind. Maya had confided in him about her investigation into high-profile business owners suspected of environmental negligence and corruption. He knew that Maya's quest for justice was far from over, and he couldn't help but worry about the potential consequences of her findings. As they parted ways after another enlightening workshop session, Just made a silent vow to himself to do whatever it took to support Maya in her pursuit of truth and justice. He may have been just a young teenager with big dreams, but he knew that together, he and Maya had the power to change the world for the better. The next morning dawned bright and clear, the sun casting a golden glow over the city as Just made his way to the community center for another workshop session. As he walked, his mind buzzed with excitement, eager to continue their discussions from the previous day.