The threads of the world

Once upon a time, there was a guy named Robert Graham, a successful entrepreneur who was ranked as the most influential man of the decade. Graham had everything to succeed, his face was everywhere, many brands wanted him to advertise them, and without a doubt, he was a master of persuasion.

Who wouldn't have thought that this noble gentleman agreed with Satan himself? Especially because he came not from a wealthy, powerful family, or anything like that. His father never recognized him, and his mother was a peddler. Mr. Graham made his way, studied, worked, and could create an empire where today, hundreds of thousands of people benefit.

Great people with great content

Let's not talk about Graham's past but about his present, and how bright his future will be, and his legacy, a guy with so much money that he can activate an entire economy if he wants to. He was slowly becoming the man everyone wanted to be, and one morning, he turned up lifeless in his luxurious mansion.

There were no signs of violence, nothing was stolen, nor did he seem to have consumed substances. He was an incredibly healthy man, so during the autopsy, the doctors could not determine the cause of his death. They could only assume that a man of his caliber was no longer in this world.

The strange thing is that Robert was not dead, at least not in their understanding. He was in a strange place, dark, with a large hallway and a door at the end. Whatever happened, the answer was behind that door. Robert hurried and reached the door, which he opened without hesitation.

It was an office, at least 10 times bigger than the one he used (which was huge), in the middle of it, there was a long table with a series of mysterious members, their faces were not visible because a mask hid it. Powerful men and women who very calmly welcomed Robert by shouting, Welcome to the threads of the world!

Robert did not understand what was happening. He felt frightened, bewildered. He was at home drinking coffee and then; appeared in that strange place. However, he answered the call of the individuals and could only ask: What have they done to me?

One of the strangest beings answered the group. He wore a golden wolf mask and was ready to answer with no fear.

"Dear Robert, great job out there, yes you have gained influence in the world. You were taking on quite remarkable power. However, you were taking on so much power that you were touching our greatness, and that we cannot allow, some boundaries must not be crossed. I hope you understand that well."

Robert understood nothing, he could only say:

"But all this I have earned with my effort! I have fought my way to the top all my life!"

Next came the reply from another golden mask, but this time from an old man.

"Effort, luck, and a helping hand from us Mr. Graham, the difference is that we didn't expect you to be so successful, here in the threads of the world we control everything that happens outside, we remove and put in presidents, we create diseases, and sell cures. We devise famines, financial crises and, of course, figures like you.

All well controlled, unless they believe free will bullshit and want to play God, without even knowing their essence."

Robert was still listening stunned, his strength and vigor disappeared in an instant. Now he had the same spirit as the chair where he was sitting. Already with so much disappointment, he could only say:

"Since I can do nothing, I suppose I must ask, What will become of me? Am I dead? You guys look real, but the news says my body is already being buried. What do you want from me?"

Another golden mask spoke, this time a woman, very kind indeed:

"Your effort is worth Mr. Graham, and we recognize that, unfortunately, in our world with your name, you no longer fit. Your legacy will disappear, but all your effort will not. All your assets. We will give them back to you, or rather, we will reassign them to you, you will be reunited with your family, but in another place, far from where you saw your empire grow. He will be even richer than he already was, but he will live under anonymity, almost in the shadows. His name will no longer be Robert, and he will live in a great place, but all that he lived will remain only in his mind.

Mr. Graham, at least in two minutes you will fall asleep, and wake up in your new location, and if you talk about what you saw, well, the natural thing is that we will kill you, and seriously. Take good care of yourself and enjoy your new life."

Robert fell asleep, and awoke, just as those mysterious people told him, in a new, but very pleasant place. His family was with him. Robert felt afraid, but he couldn't do anything... or could he?

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